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She nods and sucks on her bottom lip.

“You are, Sienna. We all believe in you.”

My phone vibrates then, and I slide it out of my pocket expecting to find Seamus’s name on the Caller ID.

It’s Caleb. “Where are you?”

“I’m still at home. We’re about to leave.” My pulse is racing.

“The Titan has just been raided.”

What the fuck! Cash’s resort hasn’t been raided since the alliance with Don Dragonetti was formed. The don saw to it that the Commissioner left the Murray establishments alone in return for the little arrangement regarding the police commissioner’s vacation homes and annual allowance.

“How bad is it?”

“Cash has been arrested.”

19

SIENNA

“What is it?”Kyle’s face has been drained of color. “What’s happened?”

The excitement that I’d been feeling about the trip to Ireland evaporates, leaving me feeling weak and unprotected all over again. Whatever it is, the expression on Kyle’s face is enough to tell me that our plans are about to be rewritten.

“It’s Cash. The Titan has been raided.”

“By the police?”

Okay, I know I’m not helping, but although I know what the Murrays do, and I’m aware that some of their activities are probably illegal, I’ve never connected their businesses to being on the wrong side of the law. Until now.

“What does this mean?”

“I have to stay and help him. I can’t leave him, Sienna.” He stares at the phone as if awaiting another phone call to pile on the bad news. “I’m the family lawyer.”

“Yes of course.” My hand finds the handle of my suitcase and I lean on it for support.

I should’ve known better than to allow myself to get excited. The instant something good comes my way, the universe waggles its finger and says, “Nu-huh. This is not for you Sienna Walker.”

Meeting Kyle at the nightclub on New Year’s.

The gallery.

The trip to Ireland.

I swallow. This isn’t me. I don’t lie down and take whatever shit gets thrown at me. I don’t wallow in self-pity and wait for someone else to come along and bail me out.

I get back up and I keep on fighting.

Don’t let the bastards grind you down—isn’t that how the saying goes?

Deep breath. “I understand. Family comes first.”

He meets my eyes, and I can see the disappointment in them. While I’m thinking about myself, he’s trying to do what’s right for everyone.

“I’ll go home, Kyle. It’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Kyle rubs a hand across his jawline, and my brain automatically pictures his face buried between my legs.

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