A ferocious banging on my door scares the shite out of me.
I reach for my gun in the couch cushions and jump from the couch, half-awake as I point the gun at the door. But when I see who barges in, I lower it.
“Yer not f*****g dead,” Cian says, slamming the door shut and storming over to me.
“Naw, I’m not, but bang any louder next time, and I will be. Ya near gave me a heart attack. Have ya not heard of a phone?”
He ignores my quip and shoves me in the chest. His arm is in a sling because when Rory shot him, bullet fragments ended up in his arm and shoulder, but he doesn’t allow that to deter him and shoves me again. I allow him to push me because this is the first time I’ve seen him since that night.
This has been a long time coming.
“I got a call from the peelers. He says to me, ye
