“Jared and the men he decided to get in bed with, yes.”
I squint at him furiously. “I knew Jared. He didn’t move in the circles youdo. He was a good man. He was a decent man.”
“He may have been—once upon a time. But even decent men do desperatethings sometimes. And Jared was desperate enough to go to the Irish.”
The Irish? “Are you talking about —”
“The O’Gadhras,” he fills in bluntly.
“Cian?!” I exclaim. “That’s impossible; he’s a good guy. He’s —”
“At the time, he was brother to Cathal O’Gadhra, boss of the Irish mafia.You spent some time with Cian; surely you noticed the wolfhound tattoo onhis right arm. That’s the mark of the O’Gadhra mafia.”
“Impossible. Cian and Jared were friends. He used to come over for dinner,for f**k’s sake!” I shake my head, even as
