Page 109 of Dirty Eoin

“So, tell me about you.”

It’s my turn to shrug. “I’ve been groomed for the Da Duster role since I took my first breath.”

“And there’s no pattern to your madness, it was simply inherited from your da.”

I chuckle. “That’s correct.”

“Women?”

“My first fuck was when I was thirteen, and my first kill was a week later. And before you ask, it wasn’t the girl I fucked that I killed.”

She snickers. “Who was this girl?”

“She was an escort. My da thought it best to get my first sexual experience out of the way so I could focus on my duties. He chose someone who knew exactly what to do with a post-pubescent boy.”

“How very Dusterly of him.”

I chuckle again. I can’t help myself. She does the same in response.

“Does it bother you?” I ask.

“What?”

“That I’ve been with so many women.”

“No.”

She answers too quickly.

“Does it bother you that I’ve fucked your brother?”

“No.”

That was a lie. I don’t wish to be reminded of the fact that she fucked my brother. Or Razr. Or Ace.

There’s a pause.

“Did you love any of those women?” she asks.

“No.” My response is immediate. It’s true. I didn’t.

“So, they fell in love with your O’Connell charms, but it was never reciprocated.”

“They didn’t love me either.”

She stops her hand movement. I immediately miss it.

“What do you mean?” She glances up at me.

I shrug. “No woman has ever told me they love me.”

She frowns. “Not one?”

“No.”

“Not even Molly?”

I shake my head.

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