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“How would Kelley know?” I asked.

Ronan gave me a look that suggested I was an idiot. “You think he never suspected? Maddie looks nothing like him.”

“Makes sense, given what Ty said about Kelley not being interested in Caity.”

“This is a fuckin’ mess.” I wiped my hand over my mouth. Fucking secrets were coming out of the woodwork. First, we found out Sal had a son he never knew about. Now Cian.

I looked at Mac. He raised his hands up by his head. “Always fuckin’ wrap it up. Got no idea what a bare pussy feels like. Never fuckin’ will.”

“Let’s get this shit cleaned up and get out of here. I’m ready to go home.”

Back at the hotel, I walked down the hallway toward the string of rooms we secured. McCoy stood guard outside Sal’s room.

“How is he?”

“Quiet.”

“Fuck. A quiet Sal is a dangerous Sal.”

“Yes, sir. Maybe make sure he ain’t got a gun around Cian. Wouldn’t want a repeat of Ro and Liam.”

“If Sal wanted to shoot Cian, he would have done it already.” No, he’d wait until we’re home and beat the shit out of him.

I lifted my hand and rapped on the door. Knowing he wouldn’t answer, I slid the extra key over the electronic lock and let myself in.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Can’t do that, boss.”

Sal stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the French Quarter. His left hand in his pocket, his right holding a glass of whiskey.

“My fuckin’ sister, Dunc.”

“I mean, you were fuckin’ my sister. I didn’t say anything.”

Sal glared at me over his shoulder. “Not the same fuckin’ thing.”

“The only difference is Caity was married. But look who she was fuckin’ married to? Can you blame her?”

“Then she shouldn’t have fuckin’ married him.” Sal downed his whiskey and then poured another glass. Holding the bottle in my direction, he asked a silent question. Shaking my head, he set it down and collapsed onto the couch, laying his head back to look at the ceiling.

I sat in the chair and waited for him to ask. When it was clear he wouldn’t, I began.

“You really didn’t know?”

“That he fucked my sister?”

“No, asshole. That he wanted your sister. It was plain as fuckin’ day. Why do you think he’s never had a girlfriend?”

Sal looked at me. “You’ve never had a girlfriend. You want my sister too?”

“God no.” I shuddered, and Sal chuckled.

“She’s still my sister, shithead.”

“She’s fuckin’ mean.”

Sal sat forward. “She is fuckin’ mean.” Placing his glass on the coffee table, his elbows rested on his knees and he held his head in his hands. “How the fuck do we tell Maddie?”