Broken Hearts
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play -- EXCERPT: The white undershirt I wore was covered in blood. Poppy’s blood. It was still on my hands. The wind felt like fingernails across my soul. God, I had forgotten the wind. Every minute here felt too long. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” she said. I shook my head. The Morellis had put out the Dead or Alive orders on Poppy. It was a fair guess they’d like me dead too. Caroline wanted both of us alive, but she wouldn’t give a shit who got hurt in the process. “Best stay away from us for a few days,” I told her. Sinead put her hand against my shoulder. I twitched, calming the urge to smack her hand away before I did it. “What are you doin’, Ronan?” “The less you know, Sinead,” I said with as much reassurance as possible. Which, judging from her face, was not all that reassuring. “Are you goin’ to hurt that lass?” Sinead asked. Yes. As bad as I can. As much as it takes. “No. I’m gettin’ her free of a net she was caught in.” “And you?” Was I the net? Holding the net? Maybe I was caught in it too. Feck. I was bashed. “I’m fine, Sinead. I always am. You know that.” “It’s all right if you’re not. Some adult in your life should have said that to you before it was too late.” “It was too late when I was born,” I told her. “But thank you.” She pressed her lips tight, and I imagined there were a thousand things she might say about the boy I’d been and the night she’d saved me. “Go,” I told her. “We’ll be fine. I’m going to change, eat something, and then talk to Poppy. Thank you, again, for the use of your cottage.” “You paid me.” “You didn’t have to accept.” Though it had been the kind of money a pensioner would be foolish not to accept. “God, boyo.” She sighed. “Look at what’s come of you?” I saw myself as she might. Too thin. I was always too thin for her. Exhausted. Bloody. A dangerous man with a dangerous amount of money and a bag full of guns. I was what this place made of me, despite her efforts to soften the edges. Sinead left. And it was just the cottage, the moaning wind, and the dark outside. The closed door to the bedroom. Poppy. Dead or Alive.
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