Sean’s eyes searched mine for a long while but eventually he nodded.
“You can have that…” he turned and opened the door but paused under the archway and glanced over his shoulder at me, brow raised. “Be home by eight and not a second later, got it?”
I nodded quickly.
“Don’t make me come looking for you, Amoy.”
Maybe I want you to.
EIGHT
sean
I feltoffafter leaving heragain.
Agitated was a better way to describe.
She had never really been the crying type, even at her lowest.
Seeing tears in her eyes put me on edge a little, reminding me of when we first met.
“We got about three stops to make on the way to Harlem,” Tadhg said out of nowhere. “You’ve been away for a while and today’s a good day to…”
I was fucking bored.
“Where are the twins?”
“Uh… probably sleep, knowing the both of them. Or…”
He hesitated and I cut my eyes at him.
“Or what? Y’all hiding shit from me?”
Tadhg sighed.
“It’s my job to keep your hands clean. This isn’t Philly, you can’t—”
“Find out where they are,” I cut in, flipping my phone over to check Blair’s location, like I hadn’t just left her. “Lorcan, call your brother for me.”
The truck’s GPS had been disabled but I could track her by phone and the pendant she wore around her neck.
“And Tadhg your job is to get me up to speed with the happenings of New York. Not to keep my hands clean or play advisor unless I ask you to, got it?”
He answered without pause. “Understood.”
“You can tell me where the twins are after I talk to Liam.”
Lorcan handed me his phone through the seats and I pressed it to my ear.
“You know why I’m calling, right?”
“I was told not to defy an order from her. She wanted the GPS gone and I did as I was asked.”
He’d also broken my one rule but I respected how he played it and decided to let him rock.
Following orders and protecting her life were his only tasks, even if it meant undermining me.
“Share locations with your brother and make sure my wife is returned to me in one piece, Liam.”