Vicious Hearts: A Dark Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance by Jagger Cole

Author:Jagger Cole [Cole, Jagger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-03T16:00:00+00:00

21

CILLIAN

“Mild concussion, that’s all. She’s going to be okay.”

The NYPD’s not always stupid. Today, they were smart enough to send officers who know me personally to O’Bannon’s when the frantic call came in from a concerned citizen who heard the blast. Castle spoke to the “friendly” officers to make sure they got the story straight about the “miscalculated celebratory fireworks that unfortunately went off inside prematurely.”

Friendly as they may be, I don’t typically like to mix personal Kildare matters with the police. And this is decidedly a very personal matter.

But never mind. The important thing is, Neve is going to be okay.

After she was checked over at the scene, I had all the immediate family, along with two of the arriving EMTs, moved from O’Bannon’s to the Upper East Side house. Which is where we all currently are.

Dr. Blythe, my go-to family physician for matters like getting stabbed or exploding fucking wedding cake injuries, nods to the room where Neve is resting, Ares by her side.

“A couple of scrapes, probably from wooden fragments of the banquet table. And she’ll need to take it easy for a few days. She got hit in the head pretty hard. But she’s going to be fine, Mr. Kildare.”

That’s far more than I can say for whoever the fuck is responsible for what happened today, when I fucking find them.

I’m going to skin them alive.

When Dr. Blythe is gone, I step into the library where everyone else is gathered and am immediately accosted by a concerned-looking Eilish and Callie.

“She’ll be fine,” I murmur quietly. “Just a concussion.”

Eilish visibly exhales in relief, shuddering as Callie hugs her around the shoulders tightly.

I turn to address the group. “Now, we all need to talk about what—”

“Cillian…”

“She’s going to be okay, Eilish.”

“Which is wonderful, but I don’t know if she is.”

She swings her face around, and I follow her gaze to where my eyes land on Una, sitting alone on one of the couches.

Looking like a ghost.

Shit.

“She’s…really not responding to…anything,” Eilish says quietly.

She’s right. Una looks like she’s somewhere else. Like her light is dimmed inside. Her hands clench on her lap, fingers picking at her cuticles as she stares blankly at the wall, her cheeks white. Her face and the black dress are streaked with soot and the disturbing blood-colored flecks of frosting from the cake. Her hair is spattered with cake crumbs, and hangs limply down the sides of her pale face.

“Stay here.”

I leave Eilish with Callie. Una jumps when I touch her shoulder, her vacant eyes ripping from the wall to focus on me.

“It was him.”

My jaw clenches as I squat down in front of her. I take her hands in one of mine, stopping her from ripping her cuticles apart any further. The other raises to cup her cold face.

“There’s no such thing as ghosts, Una. Least of all ones capable of rigging bombs and hiding recording devices in wedding cakes.”

“That voice…” she shudders, a haunted look rearing up in her eyes. “That fucking voice…”

“That was a recording,” I growl.

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