Page 91 of Sinful King
“I’m a little cocky but never stupid,” I spit, still wanting to paint the fucking walls with the inside of his head. “Do you know what you brought into my backyard?”
Blair laughed and immediately began to apologize after. She’d been holding that in for a minute.
“Sorry, Oisin,” she muttered, looking over her shoulder. “But, I think we’ve been tapped.”
I scoffed.
“By a fucking reject.”
The problem was that reject came with the protection of The Collective, initiated in or not. Going into business with him was not a fucking choice and he proved it by running amok in three different families for the hell of it.
I knew like everyone else in this life, there’s always someone with more power.
You either avoid em or seek em out, but occasionally they find you.
Blair wasn’t wrong.
“Fuck,” I mumbled. “We’ve been tapped.”
She tossed her head back and let out the most beautifully atrocious laughter.
I loved that shit.
It was an immediate mood lifter.
“Blake, this is my grandfather, Darragh O’Sullivan Senior,” I introduced. “He’s the only option for Nathaniel’s replacement until we clean this place up properly. Do me a favor and show him around this week.”
He nodded and I tucked my gun away, but stayed rooted to the floor in front of him.
“You haven’t earned the right to gain her trust after years of silence. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Maybe Blair wanted to give him a chance to be the brother he’d never been, but wasn’t a soul getting close to her, after all she’d been through, without my permission. Either he proved his newfound loyalty or died trying and I meant that shit.
“For the record,” Blake said, meeting the eyes of everyone in the room. “All the business shit, with Demetrius and the other’s in the network, that’s all you.”
He pointed to his sister and I cut my eyes at her.
“I never wanted this life,” he added. “I survived the best way I knew how and all I care about now is the safety of my wife and daughter.”
Blair sighed.
“If all you care about is your wife and daughter…” she flicked her wrist to the door. “Then, go be with them full-time and I’ll take your position.”
He frowned.
I took a step back and let them have this conversation without my looming presence, nodding for everyone else to follow.
“I don’t trust him,” Liam said once in the hall, the frown he’d been wearing since I arrived deepening. “Or anybody in this building.”
The agitation rolling off him felt misplaced now that I had more details to go on.
“What’s this really about?” I asked, leaning against the wall next to my grandda. “I’ve explained to you more than once to trust her instincts.”
Lorcan went to say something and Liam cut him off with a look.
“Nothing,” he lied and to my face at that, but quickly changed his tune when I dropped my foot from the wall. “I didn’t want to say anything until I heard from her.”
All my patience went out the window after dealing with the man from Everwood of all places. I had nothing else to give Liam today.
