Page 12 of Three Irish Kings
Fuck. I hate this!
There is no way we should be thinking about, and let alone actually going through with, kidnappinga woman and taking her to be interrogated and possibly killed. This is not how we do things.
But what else can I do? I can’t let her leave, can’t let her keep selling our secrets.
Maybe I can have Cillian follow her when she leaves. Find out where she has been hiding. Have someone keep a permanent eye on her. That way, we don’t have to take her today.
Then maybe I can talk to my father, arrange for her to be let go.
It’s a really long shot, though. I’m pretty sure my father will have her killed instantly after we learn everything she knows.
I’ve killed men for a lot less, but my father has always been a bit more lax about those types of things. God knows he cheated on my mother enough to send her into an early grave. He doesn’t respect women the way that I do.
And though, I have no problem with killing people who deserve it, punishing those who offend my family, chosen or blood, I do have a problem when it comes to taking severe measures against women and children.
I may be a killer, a criminal, but I don’t cross some lines lightly.
I try to tell myself it’s just my father’s culture, his generation, his illness, but I’m not so sure. He’s become more and more unhinged in his old age, and I worry.
I don’t even like working for my father. I never have. But when you’re born an heir to the clan, you don’t really get a choice.
“Well, you are not the boss of me, are you? And I’ll go home whenever I choose.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Besides, you sent my company for the night away, so maybe you should make it up to me. What do you say?”
The conniving, manipulative…
I look at her coolly.
She’s beautiful in the right light. Her pictures don’t do her justice. She’s lost some weight on the run, and her hazel eyes sparkle in a way the dull, lifeless picture can’t replicate.
She flushes and smiles.
My body responds to the tease, my cock jerking to life as my mind plays a movie of all the ways I could use to make her talk and make it good for both of us.
No, stop it. She is a traitor, and I will not play her games.
Besides, who does she think she is, coming here and making demands of me?
She clears her throat after sipping her drink.
I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch the bridge of my nose between my index finger and thumb.
“What is it that you want?”
She shrugs. “Maybe I just want to get to know you.”
“Not interested.”
She pouts, her lips pink and plump.
Jesus.
“Why not?”
I look at her, eyes narrowing. “You’re not used to being told no, are you?”
Her hazel eyes sparkle with a hint of green. “I guess you could say that. I’m an only child. Used to getting what I want.”
“And you want...?”
