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She kisses the top of his head and gets up to come to the door where I’m standing. I step out into the hall and wrap my arm around her shoulders as we walk to our bedroom.
“This isn’t over. I’m going to make that bitch pay,” she snarls as she leans into me.
“Aye, yer right about that, but for tonight, we’re going to forget about all of this and get some rest.”
Cadlha
“How amI supposed to go on the run like this?” I huff to myself as I sit in this motel room.
I’m not going down for kidnapping and I know all about the O’Briens. I have family who works for them. Had I won, I was going to call on those connections to smooth things over between me and Dylan.
He wasn’t supposed to find out about the kidnapping, so it would have been a lot easier to pull off. Now I’m fucked. The worst part is that I’m out of the twenty grand I bet against her. That was my last twenty grand.
I needed that money, I thought that bet would get me back in solid shape. Now I’m down to nothing and I need to get the fuck out of here before they find me.
Connie and Kate will be a fucking problem. Those bitches are batshit crazy when it comes to protecting their brothers. That was all fine when Dylan was mine.
I knew then that they would stab any bitch who tried to take my man away from me. They never like anyone. I don’t know how this bitch is getting a pass.
“Ugh,” I growl in frustration as I struggle to open the painkillers I need to take.
My fucking arm is broken in three places and most of the blood vessels are broken up and down my forearm. That bitch is a fucking animal. They said I have a fucking concussion.
My phone rings, bringing me out of my ranting thoughts. I groan, not wanting to talk to anyone while in all this pain. However, I see it’s my cousin from Ireland who I asked to get me some information on that man-stealing slut.
“Hello,” I say into the phone.
“What about ye?”
“I’ve been better. Do you have something for me?”
“No. That name isn’t ringing any bells around here.”
I sigh in frustration, but then something comes to my pain-fogged brain. When we were announced for the fight tonight, that bitch was announced as Killer Walsh. That kid calls her Cee, but I’ve heard the others call her Ciara, not Ariel.
“Do me a favor. Try the name Ciara Walsh and see what ya come up with,” I slur.
“All right,” he drags out. “But ya owe me big time for this.”
“I’ve got ya.”
“Get some rest, ya sound like shit.”
“Simon, hold on. I need one more favor.”
“What’s that?”
I need help getting out of here without coming up on the cops’ radar. I’m not going to jail for this. With Simon’s help, I know I can make that happen.
“I need to get out of New York fast, and I need a bit of cash.”
“Cadlha,what have ya gotten yourself into?”
“Nothing. Are ya going to help me or not?”
He sighs. “Give me thirty. I’ll get ya out of there.”
“Thanks.”
