Chapter Twenty-Two
Orla slammed the apartment door behind her, and threw her purse against the wall. “More money? Finishing the job? Didn’t you see what William did today? He killed a man in cold blood. Let me guess, the only reason he didn’t kill the guy in his limo was because he didn’t want blood stains in his car.”
“What choice did we have, Orla? He wouldn’t let us out of the deal. The deal that you made. The one that I told you not to take before we had a proper discussion.”
“Oh, so now that’s my fault.” Orla waved her arms in frustration.
“Blaming doesn’t help the situation. Just in case you didn’t notice, I killed four men yesterday. So I’ve got William beat on the killing chart,” Lorcan growled.
“I didn’t notice?” Orla snarled, jabbing her finger at Lorcan’s chest. “You bled i
