Page 107 of Immoral

"Jesus, you're ignorant." Killian turns to me. "How long do your brothers normally stay in here when they get arrested?"

My chest tightens. I say nothing.

Killian's eyes widen. "None of you have been arrested before?"

My silence is his answer.

Disbelief erupts on his face. He mumbles, "You're kidding me."

"Not everyone can be as well-rounded as the O'Malley's," I taunt.

"Fuck off. We're in here because you can't control yourself," Killian states.

All the rage I'm feeling over this situation comes to a boil. I briefly forgot about the scandal at the fashion show. I spout, "Seriously? Are we really going to have this conversation?"

"What's that?" Killian charges.

"Fuck you. Don't act like you're Mother Teresa," I seethe.

"Man, I don't know how many more ex-girlfriends you have on your wife's client list, but you might want to know that going forward. And thanks to you, my wife is pregnant, without me there to protect her," Killian fumes.

I turn away and walk to the bars. I wrap my fists around them to steady myself. Killian's right. Cara and Arianna are both in a situation without us now. While I have faith in their security, the additional backup of Killian and me wasn't for show. The Abruzzos are sneaky and know how to hurt someone. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want. Now, the two women I love the most are in additional danger.

"Marino! O'Malley!" a guard calls out.

We put our argument aside for the moment, and Killian stands next to me. We wait for the guard to unlock the doors. I nod to Garrett as I walk out. "Good luck, man."

"Yeah. See you on the outside," he states.

Killian and I go through the additional protocol and they release us. When we step outside, Papà is waiting in one of our black SUVs.

We get in. Silence fills the vehicle. The driver pulls out of the parking lot. Papà sits, pushing the pads of his fingers together, his dark eyes moving between us. I brace myself for another lecture. We drive a block before he says, "I want to know exactly what you both told the cops."

"Nothing. You think I'd tell those bastards anything?" Killian blurts out.

"Yeah. It's not his first rodeo," I add.

"Shut up," Papà scolds, and Killian glares at me. "What did they say?"

"They said they knew I was involved with the club shootout," Killian states.

Papà takes a deep breath, clenching his jaw. He's still angry about how things went down that night. Dante defied a direct order from him, which meant we all did, too. But there was no other way to safely remove Brenna and make sure the Abruzzo thug who had bought her didn't come after her. Papà asks, "I want to know the exact way you responded."

"I told them I had no idea what they were talking about, and I wanted my attorney," Killian replies.

"What else?" Papà presses.

"That's it. I'm not an idiot," he claims.

Papà refocuses on me. "And you?"

"They said I had something to do with the club and docks."

Papà closes his eyes and shakes his head. He opens them and pins his cold gaze on mine. "The docks. What part of the docks?"

My stomach drops. It was another fight Dante and I had with him. I admit, "I don't know. They said bloodshed seems to follow me."

"What do they have on you?" Papà inquires.

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