“Oh, I don’t think so. I think I’ve got the measure of the situation just right.That baby in your belly is his. And Bee is just the con he’s using to get theZanetti mafia on his side.” He glances up at my face, which is a struggle tokeep neutral. “Have I got the gist of it?”
“I’m not involved in any of this,” I lie. “Not one bit.”
He laughs sadly. “Oh, yes, you are, sweet Wren. You were involved byassociation the moment Jared walked into O’Malley’s that night seven yearsago and asked to speak to Cathal.”
I thought I believed the story already—but hearing Cian confirm it removesthat one iota of doubt that’s been percolating unconsciously in the back ofmy head. “Please, Cian. Please don’t do this. I’m… I’m pregnant —”
“I meant it when I said I wasn’t going to hurt
