Page 11 of Three Irish Kings

And I have no idea if I will ever be able to forgive him for robbing me of the hope of a love story.

Chapter Three

LIAM

That needed to be done.

I head to the bar, ignoring Dare’s murderous gaze as he walks past me.

He has no idea the load I carry on my shoulders. Yes, he is one of my best friends. Him, Cillian, and I are a well-oiled team, and I trust them with my life. And I’d take a bullet for either of them in a blink.

We are all different, and we all have our baggage, I know.

But he has no idea what it’s like to be the de facto leader of one of the biggest crime families and have your own father, who should be the actual leader, going behind your back and ruining all the work you are trying so hard to do.

Dare won’t be getting laid tonight, and as sorry as I am to be the one to kill his buzz, I had to let him know that the woman he was seducing was a traitor.

A beautiful, mouth-watering traitor, who I would have no problem finding inventive and very pleasurable ways to torture. Pleasurable for me, at least.

Maggie Sullivan has been feeding information to our rivals for months, but she’s gone ghost, and not even our bloodhounds could find her.

And they have been trained to findanybody.

“Moscow mule, please,” a sultry voice says next to me as the bartender slides me my whiskey neat.

My shoulders stiffen when Maggie looks at me, tilting her head.

“We haven’t been introduced.”

I look straight ahead, toward the elevators. Everyone who’s anyone is already here, so I’m hoping they stay empty and available for a while.

“I’m Isla.”

“Sure, you are.”

Dare is an idiot, blinded by pussy, but I’m certainly not.

Maggie Sullivan is a traitor and liar.

“You interrupted my talk with your employee.”

“I did.”

“May I ask why?”

As if you don’t know…

“That’s between me and him.”

“Well, it should be my business too, since I was the one you interrupted, don’t you think?”

“If you are so interested, I’ll tell you. Dare is trouble, you should stay away from him.”

“Trouble? Shouldn’t that be my decision to make?”

“You don’t look like you make smart decisions,” I snark, sipping my drink. “So, why don’t you turn around and go home before something happens you might regret?”

Like you being kidnapped and held against your will for your crimes.