“I’ll f*****g kill ya!” he threatens, lunging for me.
“Go on then,” I challenge, folding my arms across my chest. “All ye gotta do is pull that knife out.”
He roars in frustration because with one hand broken, that only leaves the hand pinned to the wall as functional. “Everything we do, we’re taking the piss outta ya. Just like stealin’ one of yer men. Ye have no idea who yer up against.”
Clapping slowly, I catch Aidan unaware as his wee tale was supposed to upset me. All it did was piss me off even more. He clearly doesn’t think I’m serious, so I decide to call in reinforcements. Sending a text, I wait for the boys to arrive—who I know are outside, waiting for my instructions—and when they do, both Aidan and Ronan gasp.
“Whataboutye?” I cheerfully ask Cian and Rory as they enter the
