"What wasn't? The feelings or getting caught?"
I back against the wall as he closes the distance. Even injured and betrayed, he's dangerous. "Both."
"Both," he repeats. "Honest at last."
He plants his free hand against the wall beside my head, caging me in. This close, I see the devastation in his eyes beneath the anger.
"Was any of it real?" he asks quietly.
"All of it. Every touch, every moment?—"
"Except the part where you're federal."
"I never wanted to hurt you."
"But you did." His voice drops to a whisper. "You destroyed the first real thing I've felt in years."
His phone rings. He steps back to answer, keeping the gun on me.
"What?" he answers harshly.
"Eamon, we have a problem," comes Cillian's voice. "Moran's people hit three of our operations tonight. They knew exactly where to strike."
Eamon's eyes narrow on me. "How'd they know?"
"Inside information. Someone's feeding them intelligence."
"Someone like a federal agent?"
Silence on the line. "Where is she now?"
"Right here. Caught her going through Dad's private files."
"Bring her in. Dad wants to question her himself."
"No," Eamon says, surprising me. "She's my problem. I'll handle it."
He hangs up and studies me with cold calculation.
"Please," I say. "The corruption evidence?—"
"Proves your people are as dirty as mine." He grabs my wrist, pulling me toward the door. "Doesn't change what you did."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere we can have a proper conversation. Without interruptions."
The promise in his voice makes my blood run cold. I've seen what Eamon does to people who betray his family.
Now I'm about to become one of them.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
The badge hits the table,and my world tilts sideways.
"Special Agent Sorcha Quinn, Federal Bureau of Investigation."
