Page 28 of Sinful King
I didn’t have a home in New York, not one of my own at least.
My brothers and I had our own wings at the O’Sullivan estate. And anytime we came to New York, it’s where we laid our heads.
The brownstone we’d lived in part time as kids during the school year had been sold the minute Cian graduated high school. Now that I was back for good, living on the same land as my parents let alone under the same roof didn’t sit right.
I needed my own space to breathe away from them.
Not from her though.
“I’ll be going to Blair’s from now on,” I told him, sitting back as he pulled from the curb. “But tomorrow remind me to get in touch with Mercy.”
Blair and I needed something bigger and her place wouldn’t do once we got over this hump.
Mercy handled our current real estate portfolio and kept a close eye on anything new we might find interest in, including residential spots.
If anybody had options readily available for purchase it was her.
“Coordinate with the head of housekeeping at the estate and have my wardrobe sent.”
“Got it,” Lorcan mumbled. “And uh… boss?”
I flicked my gaze up and met his in the rear view, brow raised.
“Everything good with Liam, right?”
I nodded.
Liam and Lorcan were fraternal twins, lived and worked together.
“All good. He did his job. Anything to report?”
I had my eyes on Blair’s stagnant location but felt his eyes watching me.
She’d gotten home at six on the dot, only two hours before the curfew I’d given to her. And four hours after she’d finished with appointments for the day.
“They met with another girl around her age named Esmeralda. She’s Cuban; her and Blair only spoke in Spanish.”
Esmeralda Constanzo was the granddaughter of Augusto Constanzo.
There were some things Blair couldn’t keep from me and making friends with the Cuban-American drug lord’s granddaughter was one of them. Working for him was another.
“I uh… think she wanted you to meet her but it got late. Liam took her home.”
Had she been waiting for me?
I had every intention of being back by eight, like I’d asked of her, but shit was much messier than I expected.
Landell and his alleged son Meechie had even began taking protection money from businesses surrounding Five Points.
The fuck was he protecting them with? My shit?
And what the fuck had my da been doing for the last five years? Not enough if his driver somehow made a name for himself.
My head went from fine to pounding in seconds.
But thankfully there wasn’t much traffic between Tadhg and Blair’s homes. We arrived in no time, her security let me in and I went straight up.
The elevator doors opened into her living room. All the lights were out but she was sitting, legs crossed, in front of the window wearing a dark green silk robe that hung off her shoulder.
