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“Do we know if Kelley is here?”

“I have people out all over town. No one has seen him yet.” Ronan stood and grabbed his shirt. He winced as he slipped his arms into it.

As soon as we walked into his office, Liam had shot the fucker in the arm.

I got it. Liam was still pissed.

“How reliable is the intel?”

“Tyran thought Sean was dying. He didn’t think we’d get to him in time, so he talked freely in front of him.”

Tyran was a puzzle. The moves he’d made appeared smart and calculated. But we knew better. Tyran wasn’t smart by anymeans. He was muscle, not brains. That meant whoever was pulling his strings was a master puppeteer.

Tyran was easy to manipulate. And with his brawn, he made a good motivator to keep others, like Kelley, in line.

“If Kelley is here, my people will find him,” Ronan insisted.

We climbed into the SUV and made our way back to Ronan’s office.

“I was surprised Sal came with you.”

“Yea, he said he wanted out of the city, but he hates leaving the city. He wants to make sure he’s the one that ensures Kelley never leaves New Orleans alive.”

“After the way he did Caity dirty, I don’t blame him.”

The rest of the ride was quiet. Ronan’s driver pulled into the warehouse, and I shook my head.

“Really, Ro?”

“Fuck, yes. My little brother needs a reminder of who’s on the fuckin’ top,” he snarled as he stepped out of the vehicle.

“Ever thought about apologizing?”

“I don’t have anything to fuckin’ apologize for. His wife was a lying slut.”

He stormed ahead of me, and I held back for a moment when I saw Cian step outside.

“Sal’s letting this go on?”

Cian rolled his eyes. “He said they have to work it out. Ro won’t kill his brother.”

“You can’t say the same about Liam.” Cian looked back at the warehouse and winced when we heard the yell. I slapped him on the back. “Let’s go play referee before we lose two of our best men.”

It was hours later before Liam and Ronan called a truce. Neither got away unscathed, but they were both alive.

The two men might never be friends, but they would always be brothers, and despite the shit the woman who came between them had tried to do, family always came first.

Liam sat the end of the bar at O’Brian’s in the French Quarter, nursing a beer. Ronan was at a corner booth with Cian, Mac, Sal, and me, along with his younger brother Gavin, Ronan’s second-in-command. And Rian Rafferty, Ronan’s muscle.

“Do we have anything?” Sal asked, his patience wearing thin.

“We have confirmed Kelley is in New Orleans.”

“Has he been seen?” I asked, knowing that his name on a hotel register didn’t mean shit.

“Yes, we have someone in the hotel,” Ronan confirmed.

“Then why the fuck are we sitting here? Let’s go get him,” Mac said.