Kane(75)

 

Everyone had slippers belonging to me in their house so I could wear them when I was over. I loved how thoughtful it was and my feet really appreciated it.

 

“Do you want me to come with you?” Kane asked.

 

I shook my head. “I’m fine. I’ll be back down in a few minutes.”

 

“Okay, shout if you need me.”

 

He went into the sitting room on the second floor while I continued up two more flights of stairs to get to the fourth floor. I noticed that this many stairs would be a hazard to a child and that the entire house would have to be baby proofed.

 

“More work,” I grumbled to myself.

 

I sighed when I got to the fourth floor and headed into Kane’s room. I walked into his en-suite and relieved myself on the toilet. When I was finished, I washed and dried my hands and headed back into his bedroom.

 

I kicked off my shoes and slid my feet into my fluffy bunny slippers and groaned in pleasure as I did so. They felt like a million tiny kisses on my feet with each step I took in them. They were simply Heaven.

 

I turned to exit Kane’s room, but the sound of a phone ringing halted my movements. I scanned the room and spotted Kane’s phone charging on his locker on his side of the bed. I blinked dumbly when I realised my mind automatically put him on the right-hand side of the bed, and made it his spot while I claimed the left.

 

Brain, we don’t live here!

 

I shook my head clear and walked over to the phone. I glanced at the screen and saw Damien flash across the screen. I smiled and picked the phone up. I tapped the screen of the phone and brought it to my ear.

 

“Welcome to your voicemail inbox, you have one new message. Press one to hear this message.”

 

I went to put Kane’s phone down, I really did, but I was curious as to why Damien would leave a voicemail when he could have just rang the other brothers if he wanted to talk. He clearly had something to say for Kane’s ears, and the nosey bitch in me wanted to know what it was.

 

I pressed one on the screen and brought the phone back to my ear.

 

“Hey, it’s me. Look, I don’t want you or the others to worry, but I’ve been keeping tabs on Big Phil and his boys. Before Ryder says anything, I’ve been keeping them from a distance. I was just curious who was running the compound now that Marco is gone. Turns out Big Phil has made himself at home there.”

 

Damien paused when a noise sounded in the background then resumed speaking a moment later.

 

“Anyway, I swung by when everyone was out and found Manny on watch. Can you believe it? That dude is still the worst drunk I’ve ever come across and he is on guard duty. Fucking idiots.”

 

Damien paused when another noise sounded in the background. I snorted when he said, “Fucking broken window.”

 

He either left the room he was in or moved away from the window; wherever he was now it was quiet. Real quiet.

 

“So I asked Manny how things have been. He didn’t know it was me because I had a hat on and a scarf covering my face. He was kind enough to let on that the new boss was heading to Ireland because Dominic’s name resurfaced in the underground. Brandon runs his end in the underground legally now so word has spread that Dominic is his fighter, and if anyone wants to challenge him, it’s fifty grand a head. Fifty. Grand. Dominic better be getting a nice pay cheque for that price. Tell him to hit training hard. No doubt those ball busters in the underground will want that purse.”

 

Fucking hell, people had to pay to get their arse kicked by Dominic?

 

I mean, really?

 

Why on earth would anyone want that type of hurt for free, let alone pay for it?

 

People baffled me!

 

“Be on the lookout and keep lying low. Especially you Kane. Manny said he has some unfinished business with you. I gotta go, my shitty apartment is falling apart. I’ll call again later. Bye.”

 

I lowered Kane’s phone from my ear and looked at the screen. I didn’t move for a couple of minutes as I tried to process what I just heard.

 

“Hey, what’s taking you so long?”

 

I turned my head to face Kane when he entered his room. He looked at my hand as I lowered my arm to my lap. He had focused on the phone for a few moments before he looked up to my face.

 

“Who was that?” he asked, taking a step closer to me.

 

I blinked. “I missed the call, but accidentally entered your voicemail.”

 

Another step forward.

 

“Who left me a voicemail?”

 

I licked my lips. “Damien. He was warnin’ you and your brothers that he heard someone was comin’ to Ireland.”