Page 99 of Ruthless Secrets
“A drink would be nice.” I eye the glass of whisky in Cillian’s hand.
I catch sight of the tarnished gold signet ring on his left pinky finger, no doubt engraved with the Moore family crest.
Cillian narrows his pale gray eyes at me.
“Why don’tyeget to thefeckin’point, then we’ll see about gettingyethat drink.”
He’s seriously going to make me ask for his help while I’m completely sober?
I forgot what hard work this guy is.
“Tommaso Costa is sniffing around my family. It seems my father’s past is coming around to haunt my brother and me.”
“Yerfather always did seem to like being bit on the arse.”
I bristle at his words, wishing that I had a drink to take the edge off, but I manage to remain quiet.
“What did Costa do this time?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does ifyewant my help, De Luca,” His voice is so cold that the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I’m assuming that’s whyye’re here?”
Fuck, I really need a drink.
“Yes.”
A smirk pulls at Cillian’s lips, but he doesn’t say anything else. He’s trying to make me squirm, and it’s fucking working.
“He’s joining forces with Alfonzo Rossi.”
“Oof.Ye’re fucked.”
My jaw is starting to ache from clenching it so hard.
“He’s already tried to make a move against my family. While we could fight them on our own, we figure it would help to have the element of surprise on our side.”
“They wouldn’t expectyeto be foolish enough to come askin’ me for help, that’s for sure.”
“Hence why I’m here.”
Cillian’s dark auburn brows furrow as he looks at me.
Neither one of us speaks, and with each second that ticks by, I fear I might be losing my one chance at getting my family out of this mess.
When Cillian picks up his glass to down the rest of hiswhisky, I brace myself for whatever it is that’s about to come out of his mouth.
“All right.” He sets the empty glass down. “I’ll helpye, but don’t think for a second it’s out of kindness. This comes at a price.”
“Name it, and it’s yours.”
“You andyerbrother? You owe me now. And trust me, De Luca, I always collect.”
I dip my chin. “I appreciate this, Cillian.”
I get up to leave.
“What’s the rush? Sityerass back down and have a drink with me. We’re allies now, aren’t we?”
