Page 56 of Sinful King
“Look at what they’re doing to the warehouse,” Yasmine screeched, when they got tangled in fabric hanging from the ceiling and brought it down with them.
“Blair will pay for it,” I said.
More like, I would. But that wasn’t the point.
“And when everybody is done venting their frustrations,” Tadhg added, clearly annoyed. “I don’t know, maybe we can fucking work. Just a thought.”
I walked to where they’d fallen and pulled Blair from the mess. She gave me a little grin and handed a ponytail holder to me from her wrist, then turned so I could fix the mess fighting had made of her hair.
None of this was new to her or me.
I used my fingers to gather and untangle at the same time, securing the elastic band wrapped in silk around her hair twice before tucking the rest with the last twist, giving her a bun. She turned and I fixed the pieces that wouldn’t fit, while checking her face for bruises.
There weren’t any and I wasn’t surprised. Blair never had a problem throwing hands.
“All good,” I said, earning a smile I’d never get tired of.
“Thank you, Oisin.”
She spun around and held her hand out for Niamh to take.
“I apologize for making your job harder,Ne-eve,” she said, tugging my cousin up with one pull. “I understand you three want someone to blame and be mad at…” her gaze met Yasmine and Delilah’s. “…but the problem isn’t me and I think everyone in here can agree on that. The problem isyourfather, so let’s work on fixing that first.”
“She starts fights but she makes sense,” Tadhg mused, pushing off the wall now that the chaos had ended. “I’m certain we weren’t called here forthis, so what’s up?”
“Right,” Niamh said, walking to where she’d been sitting before. “Our father is set on marrying Anessa off to this guy connected to the Albanians named Demetrius Cannon. I mentioned him in front of Siobhan and she told me his name came up at one of the gun shops?”
Tadhg and I nodded, both locked in.
“He’s been buying our guns under market rate but paying a larger fee under the table to the owners for their silence,” I said, pushing down that feeling my father sparked after mentioning my grandmother. “It’s why I issued a red alert. Are you telling me the Albanians are Landell’s backer?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Niamh confirmed, wide-eyed. “I think it’s best we take this to your dad and maybe head up to Ithaca for a chat with the old man.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, slowly counting down from ten before opening them again. But the second I did, my gaze connected with Blair’s and somehow I knew she knew.
The Albanians were behind my grandmother’s murder and my grandda lost it, refused to bury the love of his life until he earned the right to by killing any and everyone involved.
“I’ll set up extra security for them here,” Tadhg said, phone in hand as he stepped outside.
“We don’t need—”
“It’s nonnegotiable,” I cut in, agitation embedding itself in my chest. “As for Anessa being married off, I wonder how that might go over if you mention to your mother word around the city is Meechie might be Landell’s son.”
The three of them looked as taken aback as I expected.
“Siobhan didn’t mention that,” Niamh mumbled. “I’d hope he wouldn’t purposely arrange the marriage of his offspring, but can we really put anything past him?”
“You can’t,” Blair chimed in. “But, use what we have until we got more, okay?”
They nodded, seemingly over the hostility from before.
“Finnegan’s wedding is coming up,” she went on, naturally taking on that second-in-command role. “Let’s try and keep a cool head until after. The last thing we need is Finnegan and his assassin on the loose because someone fucked up their big day.”
“And what about going to Ithaca?” Niamh asked.
I shook my head.
“Leave Darragh Senior to me.”
