I lead Ronan down the hall to my other study which doubles as my entertainment room.
“This is a mistake,” I tell Ronan flat out as he leans against the wall, looking far too casual for my liking.
“We’ve made worse.”
“That’s not comforting.”
“She needs our help.”
I scoff as I pace back and forth, trying to fight the urge to punch my brother in the face. The only thing stopping me is the verbal lashing I would receive from Ciara if I did, and honestly, that chick scares me a little.
Not that I would ever tell her that.
“You think I give a damn what she needs?”
“You should.”
“Why? Because she batted her lashes at you and told you a sad story?”
He pins me with a look. “Because she’s got evidence that can help us avenge our father.”
In my mindless rage, I had forgotten the fact that Riley holds information that links Sean to our father’s murder.
I tuck my hands into my pockets. “Allegedly. We don’t know for sure.”
“I don’t see why she would lie.”
“Oh, I don’t know… Because you killed her father?”
“She said herself that she’s glad I did.”
“Of course, she did! Because what else was she going to say to you, Ronan?”
Ronan’s jaw ticks as he looks at me.
We’re going around in circles here, wasting precious energy that could be directed elsewhere. But maybe that’s Riley’s plan all along…
“We don’t need her. I’m already building a case on Sean. Between Liam Kelly’s ties to Sean and the footage we got from the ambush at the docks, we have enough.”
Ronan shakes his head.
“She’s the missing piece, Kieran.”
“You’re a stubborn ass, you know that?”
“Perhaps, but contrary to what you might think, I didn’t make this decision lightly.”
“So, what? We protect her in exchange for a few files? And then what? We’re supposed to trust she won’t turn around and screw us over the second it suits her?”
“She’s not her father.”
“You don’t know that.”
“She ran from him. She ran from Rion and from Oscar. That doesn’t exactly scream loyalty to the Walsh name to me.”
“It screams desperation.”
“Exactly.”