Forty-one:
Rafferty O’Broin
I was getting married.
I had pictured marrying Lucy plenty of times. I had thought that we were going to get married after she finished school, in a church in Boston. I had thought that maybe that we were going to open a pub there, and live a nice, quiet life. We’d live a nice, quiet life away from my father and the life that I’d been living in Ireland.
The life of violence.
The life of blood.
The life of destruction.
The life where I could take on a King and it made perfect sense to me.
Now, Lucy had seen parts of me I had hoped that I would never have to expose her to. I had wanted her to know Declan Murphy. That person that I had built up in my head. The man that didn’t kill for a living, or do secret deals under t
