Page 94 of Ricochet
“You son of a—”
“Cillian.” I turned around, stopping him from attacking Storm. “That’s enough.”
“But, Kieran—”
“No buts. Keep your mouth closed and let me handle this.”
The way he was looking at me would bring a lesser man to his knees, but it wouldn’t be the first time that my brother and I weren’t in sync. You would think it would be opposite considering we were twins, but no.
Not the two of us.
I had a feeling we were more at each other’s throats than in agreement.
“Please,” I pleaded with him. “We need to keep calm, otherwise we might not see Mom ever again.”
“Okay, fine.”
I nodded and turned around to face Storm again.
“Thank you, mommy Kieran. Keep your kids in check and this might go easier than we both thought.”
“Just get to the point, Storm.”
I wanted to peel that smile off of his face, skin him alive so that everyone would know not to mess with the Outfit. The tattoos on his neck were begging to be presented to the world.
Spread somewhere with the rest of his filthy skin.
“As I was saying,” he started walking back and forth, “your mother is with us, and she is safe. For now. Will she stay that way, depends on you boys?”
“What do you want, Storm?” I was getting tired of his little monologue.
“Well, that’s a little bit tricky now. I knew what I wanted, but the rules of the game have changed.”
I didn’t like the gleam in his eyes as he looked at Ophelia and then back at me.
“Stop fucking around, Storm. What. Do. You. Want?”
“Why, I want the world, Kieran. But you can’t exactly give it to me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
“I want her.” He pointed at a shocked-looking Ophelia. “And I want Las Vegas. I want your goons out of this city, and I will release your mother. Unharmed, fed, healthy. It’s up to you now.”
Did he just... Did he just say he wanted Ophelia?
“Absolutely not.”
“Kieran,” Tristan hissed behind me. “Don’t be a fool.”
I ignored his remarks and focused on the demon in front of me.
“You aren’t going to get Las Vegas, and least of all, her.”
“Um, excuse me,” Ophelia started. “Theheryou guys are talking about is standing right here, and I am nobody’s toy to be sold, given, or whatever the fuck you idiots are thinking of doing.”
“Shut up, Ophelia,” I barked. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. This concerns me very much. And you,” she turned to Storm, “who the hell do you think you are, huh?”
