Raised inside a powerful crime family, a young man discovers that the blood running through his veins may not be the blood that made him one of them. As forbidden feelings and buried secrets surface, he must decide where his true loyalty lies before the family's code destroys him.
I was still mad. I tried to pull away. His hair was right there. I hesitated. Then reached up and yanked a strand. He tapped my forehead. So this is your new move. Pulling my hair. I didn't answer. Just closed my fist around the strand. Because if I really wasn't his blood, I was in serious trouble. For years, the thing he'd said to me most was, Blake, if you weren't my actual sister, nobody on this earth would put up with
Our parents were never around. Dad ran the family. Mom ran everything else. Between the two of them, I probably saw them six days a year. They made up for it by buying me whatever I wanted. Every toy, every dress, every tantrum let slide, including my obsession with Cillian.
All they ever told him was, Just let your sister have this one. So from the day I could walk, Cillian had a shadow. I followed him everywhere, right up until the night a bouncer stopped me at the door of a lounge downtown.
No minors. I want my brother! Sillian was 18. Still at the age where he wanted to drink, gamble and disappear for a night without a five-year-old attached to his He shook off my hand, snapped at the housekeeper to take me home. Eleven at
He checked his phone hours later. Dozens of missed calls. That's when he found out I was He pulled every man the family had onto the streets. Looked for me half the night, losing his They found me curled up asleep in the bushes outside that same lounge. He knelt down. His face was dark in a way I'd never seen before.