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“I made a deal. That’s what businessmen do.”
“What kind of fucking deal?” Both March and I are standing now. On high alert for both Fallon and Ronan.
“All he wants is them.” Liam gestures with his chin to Aisling and me. “I get you.”
“You rat bastard.” If I weren’t holding my daughter, I would put his head through the fucking wall.
“You fucking moron. Ronan isn’t going to let any of us live! He doesn't care about deals, or business. He cares about power. Ling!” Fallon screams.
The doorbell rings just as Ling hurries into the room.
“Take the girls.” Fallon grabs Aisling from my arms. “Use the escape plan.” She hands her over to Ling. I want to protest, but I think Fallon’s right. We need to get Aisling out of here now.
“I don't see more than two men with him.” March surveys outside.
“That doesn’t mean he can’t kill us.” Fallon rips Farrah up. “Go with Ling, now.”
“What, why? What’s going on?”
“You don’t need to know. You just need to leave.” Fallon all but pushes Farrah out of the room.
“Fallon–” Farrah tries to resist, but Ling drags her the rest of the way as Aisling starts to cry. She’s reaching for me. Calling for me. My heart crumbles to dust. This can’t be the last time I see her. This can’t be how it ends.
“If I were you, I’d start running too, because if I survive this, I’m coming to kill you next,” Fallon threatens both of her parents. Her mother’s eyes widen in shock. Her father doesn’t seem fazed. He’s a stupid fucking man.
Ronan walks into the room, and I backpedal around the table to stand next to Fallon.
This is it, the moment of reckoning.
“Good morning, McNamara family.” Ronan moves farther into the room, his annoyingly inflated self. “Family. Isn't that such an ironic word?” he muses, gazing directly at Fallon. “You never told me you had such an influential father.”
“I don’t consider him my father. He’s dead to me.” She's brutally honest.
“I guess that’s why you kept that information all to yourself when we sat down and had lunch,” he growls at her viciously.
Fallon doesn’t even flinch. “I wasn’t obligated to tell you shit.”
“I owned you! That was our deal. You were obligated to tell me everything!”
“Guess I wasn't very good at keeping my end of the bargain.” She isn't remorseful at all. Her attitude makes me inflate with a sick sense of satisfaction. I may have loved Brynn and wanted to try and raise Aisling as a family, but Fallon is my soulmate. She was never a choice—she was inevitable.
“You,” Ronan addresses March. “Get them out of here.” He’s referring to Liam and Nadine.
March doesn't move immediately, but instead, waits for Fallon’s okay.
Assessing the situation, she nods slowly.
March, Nadine, and Liam all begin to head toward the secondary entrance that leads to the kitchen. March is visibly unhappy with his forced chaperone role.
“Hey, March,” Ronan calls just before he makes his way out of the room. March turns, and Ronan reaches inside his jacket.
Bang!The gunshot is so quick and loud, none of us were expecting it. March falls to the ground at the same time Fallon screams in anguish.
We’re both left shaken, and stunned, and enraged.
“I’ll kill you for that!” Fallon transforms into a homicidal maniac, rushing for Ronan.
I pull her back when the two men with Ronan pull out their guns and open fire. Dragging her to the ground punching and kicking, we take cover as bullets fly all over the room, breaking dishes and glasses and the window behind us.
