“Fuck,” Dean snarls.
“What’s the location?” Marc demands.
I give them the location as I get into the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition.
“I’ll meet you there. Don’t do anything stupid,” Mitch sneers.
I don’t respond as I start the truck. Instead, I disconnect the call, put the truck in reverse, and hit the gas. In the street, I switch gears and put the pedal to the floor. There’s no time to wait around. If I get there before anyone else, I have my gun, and I know what to do with it.
Kean and Jewel will get what’s coming to them. I’m sure Marc’s already on the phone with Kit-Kat calling her in about Jewel. Kit-Kat’s been more than ready to get her hands on the skanky, psychotic woman.
As for Kean, I know both Dean and Mitch want the fucker for themselves; however, he’s mine. I’ll be the one to end the motherfucker. He’s been a burden in my soul that I’m more than ready to have relieved from my body.
I’d never told Dean, Mitch, or anyone else, why I’ve been determined that we find this asshole. Why I wanted him more than anything. That’s because I keep that secret close to home. The fucker is the man who got my mom pregnant. Raped her when he’d not gotten what he’d wanted. Made my mother suffer for months on end at his hand before finally throwing her away. My grandfather sent her to the States to live freely. She was supposed to marry another man when she turned eighteen, but he’d gotten her out of the contract. He did have a stipulation, I’m thankful I didn’t have to go through with. That is, if she had a girl, the child would marry Doran O’Farrell’s son. Since she had a boy, I was to marry the man’s daughter. However, Doran O’Farrell didn’t have a daughter. I lucked out and can marry who I wish.
And now that we’ve found Kean, I can finally give my mother the peace she needs and deserves.
Justice will be given by my hand as I pull the trigger.
Chapter 11
Enya
My thoughts of confusion are overrun by worry as I think about Kenyon. He’d left in a hurry after waking me to ask if I’d watch over Ryland. I didn’t fall back to sleep. There was no point in it. Instead, I’d put on one of his shirts, brushed my hair, and went downstairs to find coffee. With it being so early, I need it.
Especially after last night.
I didn’t expect it to go the way it did, but I have to admit him being compassionate is like another string of my heart being pulled.
How is it even possible for a person’s heart to be involved so quickly with someone? I barely know Kenyon though, at the same time, I feel as if I know all there is to know about him.
“Your heart will always show you the way when it comes to love. Only your mind will make the decision of whether or not that love is worth it in the end.” My mom’s words ring in my head. She’d said those exact words to me when she spoke of my biological father. I didn’t even know my mom could love someone like she did him. Or well, that’s what I gathered from the way she spoke of him.
I just wish I knew the whole story. Why she’d not told him about Ensley and me or why she’d married my stepfather. She didn’t love him, and eventually, he’d worn her down to become a shell of a woman before she died of breast cancer.
Sighing, I shake thoughts of my mom away. There’s no reason to start thinking of her. Instead, I move to the coffee pot, get it brewing, and go back upstairs to check on Ryland. I find him lying peacefully on his back, kicking his legs.
He’s adorable, and I wonder, not for the first time, where his mother is.
“Hey, Ry,” I murmur sweetly while lifting him out of the crib.
He coos and smiles while I move him over to the changing table. I clean him up, change his clothes, and lift him back into my arms. Carrying him downstairs, I place him in his swing while I make him a bottle. He starts to get fussy as I pour a cup of coffee. I take both mug and bottle back to where he’s sitting in his swing. Placing them on the coffee table, I pull Ryland out of the swing and take the bottle in hand as I sit in the corner of the couch.
I don’t know how much time passes, but it doesn’t matter. I enjoy holding Ryland while he sucks down his bottle. Finished, I burp him, thankful he doesn’t spit up on me.
Grabbing my coffee, I’m careful not to spill any while I continue to snuggle with Ryland. He falls back to sleep in my arms, and I simply hold him against my chest while he naps. Snagging the remote, I turn the TV on to the news. I’m not big on politics, but I do like to stay up to date with what’s going on in our community.
Two hours pass and Lillian finally comes in. “What are you doing down here? I figured you would be getting ready to head to the bookstore.”
“Kenyon got a call earlier and had to leave. He asked me to watch over Ryland until you came in,” I say, looking down at the little boy.
“You’re gonna spoil him,” Lillian states with a grin.
“He deserves to be spoiled,” I utter.
“Aw, is Enya falling
