Page 144 of Dirty Eoin

“On the outside, perhaps not, but on the inside, it’s a different matter. She’s still struggling to come to terms with the fact that your eldest jilted her.”

“That was always his prerogative. The role she applied for could not be compromised and you know it.”

“And how would Molly have done that?”

“She was found out to be deceitful, Malky. And not just once, but on several separate occasions. We can’t have a bare-faced liar at the head of our organization.”

“But you can have a biker.”

“The biker in question birthed an O’Connell. Eoin’s son.”

He laughs smugly. “Come now, Roisin. You and I both know that Padraig is the boy’s father. There was no need for Eoin to ever be dragged into the mess when clearly any O’Connell would have done.”

There’s a pause. No one was meant to know that intel outside of the immediate family.

“What makes you say that?” Roisin quizzes.

“Eoin told Molly himself. She asked why they couldn’t just adopt his son and Eoin explained that the lad isn’t his.”

I suddenly feel sick. Why would Eoin tell her that? She was never to be trusted. It was the reason I didn’t want her knowing in the first place.

Who else has she told?

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.The old saying immediately springs to mind.

The only thing that has more fury than a scorned fucking woman is Jaine Jones if anyone threatens her babies.

I can’t die here today because now my boys are at risk.

I glance at Roisin. If she wanted to, she could give me up, save herself, and walk away. I’m pretty sure old Malky would much rather end my life than hers since I’m the female responsible for ruining his daughter’s happily ever after.

“That aside, she’s a liar.” Roisin ignores his revelation.

“My daughter is no liar.”

“She told the family she saved Eoin’s life, but she didn’t. She blatantly lied to secure the Ma Duster position, Malky. Eoin had discounted her, and she knew it. He only reconsidered her as he thought himself obligated.”

“She did save his life. She told me so herself.”

“Then she’s a liar, but you’re also a fool.”

He storms towards Roisin. She’ll never withstand a beating from him.

“Leave her alone!”

He turns and glares at me before grinning, the saliva he was spitting earlier having now formed a hard white crust in the corners of his mouth.

“Ah, the pretty little blonde driver.” He walks across and backhands me across the face with his gloved hand. My teeth rattle. It’s a similar hit to the one Fergal inflicted.

Another mobster thing.

“Every time she lies, shall I give you her punishment, blondie? Is that what you want?”

Another backhander and I’m immediately seeing stars.

I wait until the darkness passes before spitting out the blood that’s accumulated inside my mouth.

“Yes. That’s what I want.”

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