Thy Kingdom Come

He stops himself before correcting, “Co

“Aye, but we know now.”

Uncle Sean nods, looking at me with nothing but pride. “If Brody is yer father, yer okay with killin’ him then?”

Without missing a beat, I reply, “I’m not just goin’ to kill him, Uncle Sean, I’m goin’ to torture him until he begs me to put him out of his misery. And even then, I will not. He is going to suffer in ways unimaginable, and I won’t feel a fucking thing about that.”

Uncle Sean is stoic. He’s never heard me speak this way. I realize it’s a lot to take in. He still sees me as the i

“I have to tell Co

“He’s the reason for this,” I state. “If he had control over his men, instead of being such an arrogant bastard, none of this would be happenin’.”

“I’m at fault as well.”

This is so like Uncle Sean to blame himself. But we both know this is Co

“Stop that,” I argue, refusing to stand here and allow him to take the blame. “This is Co

But Uncle Sean stands abruptly. “Don’tcha finish that sentence, ya hear me? Yer a Kelly. Yer my blood”—he thumps his hand over his chest—“I care not what anyone says. Ye fight like a Kelly. Ye die like a Kelly.”

Nodding, I don’t let my sentiment show as I appreciate this more than he’ll ever know.

Co

“Thanks. No matter what, y’ll always be my uncle.”

He averts his gaze, touched by my words. But he soon clears his throat. “All right then, I’ll make some calls. Ya did the right thing tellin’ me this. We’ll deal with these Doyles once and for all. Belfast is ours, and any fuckin’ Catholic who thinks they can come here and steal it from us will suffer desperately.”

“Nice one,” I hum in agreement, unable to wait for more bloodshed. But now, I need to phone the boys and fill them in.

I’m about to turn and leave, but Uncle Sean steps forward and hugs me. It’s a tight embrace. It’s one filled with affection. “Be careful, cub.”

I’m not exactly sure what I need to be careful of as everything has gone to shit, but I hug him back. If anything were to happen to him, I don’t think I’d survive this. I pull away, not wanting to make a fuss.

He smiles, and I’m relieved I told him. He is the only person I trust. He and the lads, that is. Speaking of, I can’t avoid them for much longer. Since the party, I’ve been dodging their calls as I don’t want to tell them about Babydoll.

The reason for that is I know they’ll tell me what a fucking eejit I am for not being more cautious about her. She’s a liar, a liar who refuses to tell me the truth. If this were anyone else, they wouldn’t be left standing.

But when I left Babydoll’s house, I knew I was in deep. There is no way I can hurt her. Liar or not, that doesn’t change my feelings for her. I don’t know what those feelings are, or how to deal with them, but what I do know is that I’ll protect her because she is mine.

“I’ll talk to ye later.”

Uncle Sean nods and takes a seat at his desk. I guess he’s got a few phone calls to make.

Closing the door behind me, I reach for my mobile and see three missed calls from Rory. I can’t avoid him any longer.

“All right, then?” I casually say when he answers.

“Have you spoken to Cian?”

The panic in his voice troubles me. “No, I have not. Why?”

“’Cause that arsehole usually phones me about ten times a day, and I haven’t heard from him in a few hours.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably out on the pull.”

“Ach, yer right,” he agrees. “Where ye been then?”

Keeping my voice low, I reply, “I’ve a lot to tell ya. Call on me tomorrow?”

“Oh, happy fucking days,” he sarcastically mumbles. “Is she who she says she is?”

He doesn’t need to clarify who.

“Don’t ye be concernin’ yerself with that.” My response is as good as a no.

“Ye buck eejit. Ridin’ the enemy is not smart.”

“She’s not the enemy. Well, I don’t think she is.”

“Is that you and yer cock talkin’?”

With a smirk, I reply, “Me and my cock will see ye tomorrow then.”

I hang up, not interested in any lectures.

As I make my way outside, I decide to call Babydoll as I haven’t spoken to her since I left her home in the middle of the night. I don’t know what the protocol is for after sex talk as I’ve never been interested in revisiting a one-night stand.

But this isn’t that with Babydoll.

Even though there wasn’t any cuddling after we had sex, me leaving was a mutual thing. I could sense she wanted me to leave, and I think it’s ’cause she was worried about getting caught. But caught by whom? She’s an adult and can ride whoever she wants.

But the urgency was her fearing for my safety. I haven’t wanted to think about this because I have so many issues going on in my life right now, but this is one which ca

But I can’t dodge the truth forever. I need to know.

I dial her but am surprised when a voice tells me the number is no longer in service.

Sighing, I place my phone back into my pocket and add this to the ever-growing pile of shite I need to deal with.