Survival & Revenge (Boston Latte Book 3) by Fiona Keane

Author:Fiona Keane [Keane, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

I sealed my eyes, overwhelmed with the thought of our beginning and how our history damaged her. How I let her down; her heart full of unconditional acceptance and promise, yet I failed her. Branded. This life left Aideen with a mark so raw, I would be marred with tallies, and she might still not be whole. I had her, and I lost her. Again. I couldn’t pray to a god because, even if one existed, my plea would fall on deaf ears.

I peered down at my forearm, turning my wrist to watch the movement of muscles shift along the cross. The burn that crept along each line of my etching of heritage won the battle for pain against my healing wound from the car bomb. One of the last things Aideen and I discussed in bed was the tattoo she remembered as its owner tried to suffocate her.

“Holy fu—” I pulled my hands over my face, muffling my boisterous shout as it melted into one troubling sound. The tattoo. How could I be so fucking blind? They knew about her from the moment I did. Malcolm found Aideen in the hospital, and he’s working for someone now; Regan, Regan and my grandfather. It was Regan who told my grandfather to pay his respects at Elliott Daly’s funeral, where Sheehan waited like a festering boil with his balls ready to burst over Malcolm Young. They knew. It took everything not to punch a hole through the window. I started to heave, gasping for breath that wouldn’t flow. They knew. I stumbled forward, and my forehead slammed against the frozen window. The heat from my skin melted the layers of ice, my silhouette a clear view of downtown Boston.

As the fire inside of me threatened to explode, I wondered if it had all been a trap. Did my grandfather disturb our sleep to degrade us with the recent news of the world admiring Aideen as I did, with Regan’s arrival a surprise? No. I couldn’t assume it was anything less than sinister. Those weren’t real men, not even human. Those demons spent their lives destroying the fibers of humanity for their gain. It was disgusting, made frighteningly worse by the fact I was an accomplice. It was me who tore apart the soul of my lover with my existence and inability to protect her from their evil grasp. They worked together to destroy me, her, us.

I glided my left fingers over the healing pain in my side, considering the car bomb and its consequences. Was Noelle involved? Her entire family was at the theatre that night, but she lacked voluntary thought; she’s simply a tool at their disposal. Noelle was so disastrously obsessed with marrying me that she wouldn’t participate in my murder…but she would have no problem trying to kill Aideen. It’s her, us. The hospital, the tattoo, her memories, the car bomb, this; it was all to take from me the one precious piece of our tattered world held sacred in my heart.

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