I give in to temptation and punch him square in the nose.
He knows better than to retaliate or cry out. He simply accepts his punishment and reaches into his pocket for a tissue.
“Have ya no loyalty?” I question softly, clenching my fist. “We were good to ya, and this is how ya thank Connor? By working with the f*****g Doyles?”
“What would ya have me do? I needed to feed my family.”
“These are excuses I have no interest in listenin’ to. I’m here to right the wrongs of the past.”
“Yer uncle is goin’ to be—”
But he quickly stops as I arch a brow.
“My uncle is goin’ to be what?” I question, hinting if he lies to me, I’ll cut out his tongue.
He nervously peers around the room. “Yer uncle is goin’ to be so happy yer back,” he reveals, which hints that Sean hasn’t let our old colleagues
