Page 67
Story: Duncan
“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.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67 (Reading here)
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122
- Page 123
- Page 124
- Page 125
- Page 126