Chapter 20
Heavy rain tapped on the roof and disorientated me. The pain was overwhelming. Had I not left? Had the days since Declan invaded my life been a dream? But my hands were free. And I lay on the carpet next to the chesterfield, not in a bed in the middle of the room.
The rain stopped. The brothers argued; two deep voices pitted against each other.
I kept my body still and my eyes closed. I listened for signs of Zoë. I tried to perceive her presence, her wonderful scent of Ivory soap and apples.
“The old man’s going to notice his gun’s missing. Didn’t I say we had to quit while he was home? Didn’t I tell you that?” Declan sounded tired.
“Screw the old man,” Bronson said.
“He’s going to notice his 38 is missing and flip out.”
“He still has his Walther and his 45 and that littl
