Page 80 of Delirium
“It’s gone?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Truly gone.”
“Yeah, it’s gone. Your buddy, Nico, helped.”
“Nico?”
“I called him,” Cillian answered. “I asked for his help. He, uh, he sent Chiara.”
Well, holy moly.
I saw the way he looked at her at Nico’s wedding. I saw the way his eyes followed her every move, and I knew there was more there than he wanted to say. There was so much more attached to the two of them, and I was going to find out what.
I loved Chiara. She was more similar to me than any other women I had met in this business. But she was also ruthless, vicious, and I knew Chiara carried her pain buried deep in her heart, guarding that little organ with all her might. The last thing I wanted was to see Cillian hurt, even if it was her.
“Kill—”
“Nope, I don’t want to hear it.”
“Do you like her?” I pushed, disregarding his words. If he truly liked her, then he needed to show her. They could be good together, but only if they communicated. Only if they allowed themselves to feel.
I knew Cillian loved me, his brothers, even some of his friends, but he’d been guarding his heart for so long. I didn’t want him to go through life like that. I also didn’t want him to get hurt because she didn’t know how to let go. How to show him what she truly felt.
“It’s complicated,” he grunted. “I don’t want to talk about it. Why did you call me ?” he asked, immediately changing the subject.
I would let him, this time, but we had to talk about this. We had to figure out what was happening between them.
“Is this your way of saying that you don’t really want to talk to me?” I chuckled, rubbing my stomach.
“Birdy,” he groaned. “You’re my favorite person. I will always want to talk to you, but if you keep pestering me about my love life—”
“A-ha! There it is. So there is a love life.”
“Or a lack of it,” he murmured, continuing as if I hadn’t interrupted him. “I might need to befriend Storm and forget about you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” He laughed. “But seriously. What’s going on? Are you okay? Are the babies okay?”
“Yeah,” I murmured. “We’re all okay.” I swallowed thickly, hating that I had to bring this up to him. “Have you watched the news today?”
“Can’t say that I have,” he said. “Why? Am I supposed to?”
He most probably shouldn’t watch it, but if he wanted to… “They arrested Logan, Kill,” I blurted out. Sugarcoating it would get us nowhere, and Cillian was strong enough to hear the truth. “Just today. Lazar came here and turned the TV on, showing us the arrest.”
“He didn’t tell me,” Cillian breathed out.
“Who?”
“Tristan,” Kill answered, and that same annoyance flared in his words. “He isn’t answering his phone, he isn’t reachable, and he didn’t tell me about this. He should’ve told me,” he said. “He should’ve fucking told me that they found him!”
“Kill,” I started, trying to calm him down. As a crash came through the line, I knew he wasn’t okay. He was as far from okay as he could get, and it had everything to do with Tristan this time. “Calm down, Kill.”
“He should’ve fucking told me, Phee. I’m going to strangle him when I see him.”
“I thought you guys were keeping in touch about these things. I thought you knew.”
“I didn’t know!” he bellowed, breathing heavily. “I didn’t fucking know, and I should’ve.”
“Is there something going on that I should know about?”
