“Uncle Sean has it sorted. It’s an ambush.”
“And yer the bait? Is that it?”
“Sure, this is it,” I reply angrily. “I brought ya here ’cause I wanted ye to see the mess y’ve made. If y’d sorted this years ago, then we wouldn’t be here. But I refuse to let those cunts walk into my country, thinkin’ they can steal from me!
“I may not ’ave yer blood in my veins, but themens killed my mum, and they’re to pay for what they’ve done.”
Connor doesn’t say a word. Maybe he knows this isn’t negotiable.
With a sigh, he nods. “Ye may not be my chile, but y’ll always be a Kelly, Punky.”
This is the first time he’s called me Punky. I don’t know what it means, but I can’t let sentiment get in the way.
“I’ll go to yer uncle. Be careful.”
He turns in the direction of where Uncle Sean will be waiting,
