Page 53 of Sweet Vengeance
My hands shake, which only pisses me off more. I’m angry at him, at myself, at the whole fucking world. “He’s no one you need to worry about.”
“Anyone who has something to do with you is someone I need to worry about.”
Not because I’m his son, but because of our organization. It bears repeating because clearly, I’m still hoping for something more. “He’s a person no one is allowed to touch.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m giving you a lot of leeway right now, but don’t test me, son.”
“Son?” bursts out of my mouth. “Fuck you. You have noright to call me that. Ollie is mine. That’s all that matters. We’ll let you know what’s going on here if that’s what you want, but business only. My personal life and anyone who is mine has nothing to do with you. You are no one to me.” I end the call, shove off the table, walk over to a bush-lined brick building, and puke up everything in my stomach. Even when it’s empty, the cramping and gagging don’t stop.
I have no idea why that phone call is affecting me this way, why it feels like I’m being turned inside out.
Fuck him. He hasn’t been a father to me. He doesn’t get to pretend he gives a fuck about me now.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ollie
I’m walking outof the building from my third class of the day, when I see a shock of red hair peeking from around the building.
That better not be who I think it is.
I’m not proud of the way my feet stomp down the stairs, then on the sidewalk, until I round the corner and see Rory leaning against the wall, one of his legs bent, his foot flat against the brick, his arms crossed. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“I don’t think it is. You’re following me.”
“I’m not following you. You’re following me.”
“This is my class!”
He shrugs. “Semantics. Should we go get your shit and take you home?”
“Where’s Cillian?”
“You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“Oh my God. Would you stop flirting with me? I’m pissed at you—well, and him. Tell him I’m not coming.” If he can’t even keep his promise, why should I keep mine? Plus, he doesn’t even care enough to follow me himself? He sends Rory to do it for him?
There’s more stomping going on as I walk away.
I’m not surprised to hear footsteps behind me, and Rorysteps up beside me, keeping pace. “You’re coming home with me.”
“You guys don’t make my decisions for me. I’m not your…I don’t know…capos or whatever.”
He laughs. “We’re not Italian, and those are mob bosses. Please come home with me. Cillian already had a bad day, and though he’ll probably be a dick the whole time, he’ll want you there. If not, he’ll come to you and then get into it with Tiernan.”
This is the second time Tiernan is brought up when it comes to me and Cillian. Is Cillian risking something by doing…whatever it is we’re going? “Why did he have a bad day?” I ask, my anger already softening, damn him.
“Just some shit with his dad, but it’s not my story to tell.”
“I’ve never even met his dad and I hate him.”
Rory cocks a red brow at me. “He talk to you about Rian?”
I toss his words back at him. “Not my story to tell.”
Rory laughs. “I see why Cil likes you so much. Seriously, though. Come home with me.”
“He sent you to babysit me after promising he wouldn’t!”
