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.
he'd said it a hundred times he'd never meant it but he'd said it i lay awake that night doing the math a sister who behaves gets kept that's what i'd been trying to be for three weeks but watched me like a man waiting for somebody to walk back into the room so i'd been playing it wrong i didn't need him to tolerate me i needed him to want me around so i started bringing him
food. I walked past the front desk. Nobody had asked for my name in 17 years. The elevator knew me, top floor. The men in the hallway stood up. They always did. I'd never noticed Cillian looked up from his desk, then at the bag in my hand, then at his watch. Which one is it? Which one is what? Whatever you're here for, the car or the
He pulled a checkbook out of the drawer and opened it. Start with the number. I set the food down on the corner of his desk, pushed the checkbook back toward I don't want anything. He didn't touch the food. He looked at it like he didn't know what it was.
You don't cook. I bought it. A pause. He closed the checkbook. You came here for nothing. Then don't come back. I didn't answer. I left the bag where it was and walked out.
Somebody was standing by the elevator. Tillian's right hand.