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He needs this, needs some light in his life; otherwise, he might get lost to the darkness.

But if her light shines only on Liam, if I’m denied of it, I can’t help but fear the darkness might drown me forever.

Chapter Twenty-Five

ISLA

“So, what now?”Cillian asks. “What are the next steps?”

Liam runs a hand through his hair, pacing around the room.

I just stare at them, feeling like I’ve swallowed rocks. I’ve never felt more conflicted in my life. On the one hand, I’m overjoyed that they know I am who I say I am, but can I really celebrate a woman’s murder?

I can’t stop picturing a woman who looks vaguely like me on one of those morgue shelves, her eyes open, unseeing.

Are they the same color as mine?

A shiver runs through me, and Cillian frowns, placing a hand on my arm.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I might burst into tears.

“Bathroom.” I rush to the one in my room, gasping as the tears start to come.

It’s not just Maggie. It’s everything. They don’t have to keep me here anymore. They could let me go. But God, I don’twantto.

Everything’s changed.

My career, life outside of this house, seems so far away, like a story I know by heart but no longer belongs to me.

Liam’s father sounds like someone I wouldn’t want to cross. He is an evil man who appears to have no morals. But Liam does; despite all his bluster, he is nothing like his father. He might put on a sour face and be mean to me, or at least not sweet, but this is Liam. There is nothing sweet about him.

And yet, he loves poetry and literature, reads to me when I’m upset, his hand on the top of my head. Sometimes after sex, he kisses along my jawline, presses his lips to my temple, and it makes my heart ache every time.

Dare loves to tell me all about his favorite video games, and I lay in his lap on the couch while he plays them, loving the way he whoops and hollers when he wins. His slow, easy grin, the way his eyes crinkle up when he laughs.

And Cillian… Sweet, stoic Cillian who listens to me babble about any and everything with a half-smile on his face, his soulful eyes so light, almost transparent, which I used to think were cold, but now they’re so warm when he looks at me.

They’re not who I thought they were when they took me. They may be criminals, but they’re human too. They’re men and... and... I think I’ve fallen. For all of them.

How is that even possible? I’ve never considered anything like this, have always been a one-man kind of gal, but I never thought I’d meet three men whogetme the way all of them do.

They are so different from each other, yet each one calls to a different part of me. It’s like this is meant to be.

And now I’m devastated that I ruined it all by getting pregnant. Because it’s not like I can raise a baby with three men who are in the Irish mafia. It’s too dangerous. And I could never be happy with just one of them, not after being with all three for this long.

Yes, it started with Liam’s crazy demand, but it feels like so much more now.

Plus, none of them have ever mentioned wanting kids, and I have no idea who the father is. It could be any of them.

Given they all seem to be the jealous type, despite our group sex, I can’t imagine any of them will be happy about the pregnancy. It’s not like we can all be one big happy family. That’s just a delusion I’ve been living under, so it’s time to burst this bubble and get a reality check.

I take a deep breath, staring at myself in the mirror. I’m pale, and I look like death.

My stomach rolls, and I barely make it to the toilet before the few saltine crackers I had come up.

What the hell am I going to do?