Page 118 of Lawless Rivals

“They won’t get away with it,” Dane adds, moving to the chair beside me. “We need to teach them a lesson.”

I nod once. “No one comes for us without consequences.”

“How many were there?” Rafe asks. “Fionn Harrington and who else?”

“Do ya have names?” I try to catch her eye, but she doesn’t entertain it.

Silence stretches for a beat. I take a slow sip of coffee, studying my sister’s bruised face and split lip.

“Sera?” I say. “How many guys?”

She shakes her head and sighs. “Forget about it, Saint.”

Rafe exhales smoke, his forehead creasing. “Why the fuck would we do that? Have ya looked at yourself this morning?”

Sera still doesn’t move. For a second, it looks like she hasn’t even heard. Then she reaches for her mug, calm as stone.

“The two men who touched me are dead,” she says before taking a sip. “Leave Fionn Harrington to me.”

“Who the fuck killed them?” Dane’s brows pull together. “What the hell is going on, Sera? We found ya in an empty barn. There was no one else there. Not even, Fionn.”

She takes another sip and doesn’t lift her eyes from the fruit bowl in the center of the table.

“It means what I said.”

Dane straightens. “Sera⁠—”

“We’re done with it.” She sets her mug on the table. “We need to focus on the land and what Saint plans to do with Keira Harrington.”

I sit back, flicking the lighter, staring at the flame.

“How long is the Harrington girl staying in your bed, son?” Ma’s voice slips into the silence from my left.

Sending her back at this stage costs more than it solves.

Keeping her complicates everything.

“Whatever I do with her is my business,” I say. “You’d do well to remember that.”

“What the fuck is wrong with ya?” Rafe glares at me.

No one speaks.

I flick the lighter again and watch the flame catch as Keira’s face floods my mind. The memory of kissing her sits somewhere it shouldn’t.

I close the lighter, drop it and look up just as Ma stubs out her cigarette and leans over the table.

“Well, I won’t let another Harrington whore take from me,” she hisses. “Once this is over, get rid of her, or I’ll make sure she’s removed, and it won’t be pleasant.”

I straighten, her warning getting on my last fucking nerve.

“I’d advise ya not to get in my way, Ma. My loyalty’s with the people around this table, and if I put Keira next to me, I won’t ask for anyone’s permission.”

As soon as I finish, my phone buzzes in my jacket pocket. I fish it out, check the early morning time and the unknown number.

“Who’s this?” I answer.

“Am I speaking to Ciarán Tallon?” a woman asks.