Page 123 of The Mafia Heir's Obsession

Maybe.

“I would have let him live, Seamus. Maybe.”

“Maybe? Good to know,” he says as we pull up to a red light.

“I warned him to keep the fuck away from her, I warned him. And don’t get me wrong, I wanted to pull that trigger long before I did. But do you know why I did it?”

Things are getting hazy and my eyelids grow heavy.

“Why?”

“Because the fucker had another gun,” I say, my voicethick. “He pulled it and pointed it at Lucie. He was-s gonna shoot her. He had to die.”

And then everything goes black.

I come to with a jolt sometime later. I’m still drunk, but not insanely so.

We’re outside the house. Or rather, I am. I don’t know where Seamus is.

But then I see him as I pour myself out of the car. He’s coming down the steps.

“There’s a problem,” he says.

And behind him, Torin appears in the doorway. “I just got home myself. Heard you had quite an evening.”

I’m not in the mood for this. I’m about to say I’m going to bed when their faces sober me up.

And I race up the steps and inside.

There’s no dog. No cat. I go from floor to floor.

No Declan.

No bride.

There’s no note. Nothing.

They’re gone.

All of them.

Fucking gone.

THIRTY-FOUR

lucie

Three weekslater

The rolling green hills and lush landscape of Ireland are beautiful, and even though I miss New York, I could see a life here.

I mean, maybe.

But one without Callahan?

No. I can’t imagine that. I run my fingers over Clawzilla who’s stretched over my lap, his front paws on Arnold’s nose. Arnold shifts next to me in the back garden of the Murphy home.

We’re in a pretty little town in Cork where Isabella ‘Mam’ Murphy just moved into a new house. It’s safe and protected, which is why we came, according to Declan. She also wanted to meet her new daughter-in-law.

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