Page 181 of Romeo

“Long enough.”

“And she just told Dev?”

“She called her. I was sittin’ right there, and before you ask, she knew damn well I could hear her. I was part of the conversation.”

“What about Chasm?”

“Doesn’t know shit.”

I rubbed a hand over my mouth.

He would soon.

King held a special place for Morgan. He’d been the one who found her when she miscarried and almost died days after we lost Chasm. Now it turned out the woman he’d spent seven years mourning from a distance was King’s sister. Sal was probably going to bring half the Irish Mob down on Rosewood once the rest of this came out.

What a fucking mess.

“Rome.”

“I heard you.”

“You sound too quiet. Makes me nervous.”

“I’m thinking,” I hissed into the phone.

“That’s what makes me fuckin’ nervous.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too, cousin. Go tell King.”

I disconnected and slid off the stool. Fiona’s answer had arrived while I was on the phone.

Ma Belle: You aren’t as funny as you think you are

I smiled.

Me: Funny enough to keep you answering me, Cher.

I shoved the phone into my pocket and headed for church.

Morgan lived in Rosewood. Chasm had gone there after finding her file in Steele’s office. Now I knew something about Morgan that Chasm didn’t, and King needed to know before this family tree sprouted another goddamn branch behind his back.

I didn’t bother knocking.

The door hit the wall when I shoved it open.

King stood beside the table with his phone pressed to his ear, and the look he gave me suggested I’d just interrupted something I was going to regret.

“What the fuck, Rome?! I’m on the phone.”

“Morgan Delany is Braesal O’Malley’s daughter,” I said. “She’s your fucking sister.”

He glared at me, and I waited until the anger in his face shifted as the words finally registered.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Gator called. Morgan told him and Devlyn. Sal is her father.”