by Monica James
The soft sighs slipping from her parted lips as she hugs my pillow reveal she doesn’t seem to mind, however.
I won’t leave her until she wakes, but I need to make some calls. So, I quietly reach for my phone and see I have a text message from Brody. It’s a link to a news report.
Reading it over, I snicker as the peelers are saying gangs are responsible for the bombing. This has me wondering if Sean has them working for him too as this was an inside job.
I’ll bet my life that Sean was the one who planted that bomb. The unexpected delivery was the perfect ruse as it didn’t raise any suspicions until it was too late. The Doyles welcomed Sean into their pub, underestimating him and his need for power and control.
Babydoll was lucky to be outside when the bomb went off, as there is no way she’d be alive if she were inside.
My phone rings and I quickly answer it, not wanting to wake Babydoll.
“Bout ye,” I say to Cian.
“Have ya seen the news?” he says on a rushed breath. “The Doyles’ pub was bombed. The peelers are saying it’s some gang.” The doubt in Cian’s voice reveals he too knows the truth.
“Aye, I was there. I’m all right,” I add as I know he’s about to panic. “So was Cami, and Brody. It wasn’t some gang. This is Sean’s doing. He wanted us to be in the same place, at the same time.”
“Fucking hell,” Cian curses. “I knew it. Is Cami all right?”
My pause is all the answer he needs. “Punky, have ya called Rory?”
“She asked me not to,” I reply, looking at a sleeping Babydoll. “Dr. Shannon has just been. He’s looked after her. Now, she just needs to rest.”
“She can rest at Rory’s flat,” he says. “I don’t want to be involved in this.”
“Then don’t,” I snap. “This isn’t yer business. Cami is a big girl. I’m not about to throw her out. She’s always welcome in my home. When she wakes, she can decide what she wants to do.”
Cian is quiet as I know he sees this as the bad idea that it is.
“I’ve got to go. I’ve to call Brody. He’s on our side after what happened. Sean will pay for what he did.”
“All right then, call me later and let me know what the plans are. No matter if yer a buck eejit, I still want to help.”
This is Cian’s way of telling me he doesn’t want to choose sides, but if push comes to shove, he’ll side with me. He won’t tell Rory where Babydoll is.
“I owe ya everythin’. I’m sorry for puttin’ ye in an awkward position.”
“I’ve yer back, Punky. Always.”
He hangs up, while I exhale loudly, absolutely knackered.
I decide to send Brody an ambiguous text, as I’m sure he’s dealing with the peelers and I don’t want to alert them onto anything suspicious.
Where ye ended my life is where we’ll meet tomorrow. The hills have eyes…
It’s too dangerous meeting anywhere public as Sean has proven that he has eyes everywhere. I decide to meet at the place which kickstarted this entire ordeal, the place where I watched Connor take his last breath.
It’s a deserted road and allows easy access if we need to flee. Out in the open is far safer than somewhere where potential victims are.
Brody replies a moment later.
Those eyes are about to be blinded.
I take his response to mean that I’ll see him tomorrow.
There’s no way Brody will take this lying down. If he felt confident he could do it alone, I’d already be dead. But he realizes he needs me, as I am a Kelly, after all, and what better ally to have; the son of the man you want dead.
“Thanks for not calling Rory.” Her croaky voice startles me as I thought she was asleep.
Looking down at Babydoll, I manage a strained smile. “No bother. How are ya feelin’?”
Babydoll winces as she shifts onto her side. “I’m okay. Dr. Shannon was great. He said my injuries are minor. Are you all right?”
She looks at my arms which are stitched up, as is the gash across my eyebrow.
“I’ll live. You should rest.”
But I know better than to order her to do anything as she shakes her head. “Sean called me minutes before the bomb went off. That’s why I was outside.”
I don’t know how to respond, so I allow her to continue.
“He told me to take the call in the alleyway. When I asked what he wanted, he said he had a message he wanted me to pass onto you.”
“What was it then?” I ask, my breathing measured.
She licks her dry lips. “That you’re starting a war you won’t win. That he’s giving you one chance to back out. If you choose not to, then everything that happens from here on out is on you. After that…everything went black.”
I clench my fists.
“Why would he save me? That’s what he did by calling me, right? He led me outside on purpose.”
I tip my face to the ceiling, taking three deep breaths before I explode.
“Punky?”
When I think I can speak without punching something, I lock eyes with her and state, “He saved ya to show me that he’s in control. That all our lives are in his hands. What else did he say?”
When she averts her eyes, I know there is something else she’s not willing to share.
“His message proves that he’s scared. He knows I’m the only person who can beat him. He could have killed all of us, but he didn’t, and that proves he still needs us alive.”
I don’t know why that is, but I’ll die finding out if need be.
“So Brody is still alive?”
I nod while Babydoll sighs. I don’t know if it’s in relief or sadness.
“Erin wasn’t so lucky.”
Images of her mangled corpse will forever haunt me. Even though she was a Doyle, she didn’t deserve to die that way.
“Why were ya at the pub in the first place? What did Brody want with ya?”
She chews her bottom lip, clearly torn. “He told me that I shouldn’t trust you.”
“Ach, well I’ve been tellin’ ya that for years,” I state firmly.
She ignores me. “That you’re not the person I think you are. What does that mean?”
This is the time I tell her the truth. But the words don’t come. I don’t know how to tell Babydoll that we’re not kin. What does that mean for Rory? I don’t want to sound conceited, but her comment about always wanting me confirms that Rory will be the one who suffers from my confession.
My loyalty to him has me sighing.
“Never mind,” she says, shaking her head. “We’ve all got secrets, right?”
Looking at her closely, I cock my head to the side. “Aye, so we do.”
She indicates we’re done talking when she turns her back to me.
I understand she’s mad. She also almost lost her life. It’s a lot to take in, so I leave it be.
Exhausted, I sit in the chair by her bedside and watch as her shoulders shudder. She’s crying, but she doesn’t want me to see. So, I don’t console her. I let her cry tears for me too.
The tweeting of birds alerts me that it’s morning.
I finally passed out in exhaustion after crying my eyes out. I should be used to tears when Punky is involved. He isn’t who I thought he was. We all harbor our own secrets for whatever reason, but Punky’s secrets are damaging in ways I sometimes doubt I’ll ever recover from.
All my things are at the hotel I checked into before I went to see Brody. I literally only have the clothes I’m wearing, which, thanks to being burned to an almost crisp, have seen better days. I desperately want to shower and brush my teeth, so I decide to clean up before catching a cab to retrieve my things from the hotel.
Punky is slumped in a chair by my bedside. He looks awfully uncomfortable. Good.
Pulling back the blanket, I slowly come to a stand. I’m in my underwear and a T-shirt, so when I peer down at my legs and see the numerous stitches, I sigh. Walking will hurt, but I push past the discomfort
as I reach for the pain meds Dr. Shannon left for me.
Popping two pills, I hobble toward the bathroom and sigh in relief when I see the shower. I don’t even think twice as I strip off with great difficultly and turn the faucets on. When the water is scalding, I step in.
The warmth unknots the aches in my body and I stand under the spray, wishing it could wash away this ache in my chest.
In just a few hours, I uncovered so much about Punky. I don’t know what to think. I don’t want to believe what I heard, but deep down, I know that it’s true. He lied to me. I know I did the same thing to him, but this pattern between us, when will it stop?
I scrub myself clean and only turn off the faucet when standing becomes too uncomfortable, thanks to my ankle being the size of a balloon. Opening the shower door, I lean forward and reach for the towel on the rack, but thanks to being unsteady on my feet, I lose my balance and tumble out the shower and onto the bathroom floor with a yelp.
“Fuck,” I curse, slamming my fist against the tiles, frustrated.
As I’m desperately trying to stand, Punky appears. My yelp must have woken him as he looks like he’s still half asleep. But that soon changes when he sees me sprawled out on the floor, naked and wet.
The blue to his eyes is soon replaced with a menacing black.
This is wrong, but when Punky is involved, I’ve come to realize there is no right. It’s now my turn to be bad. It’s now his turn to feel the pain that I have.
I stop trying to rise and remain perfectly still, locking eyes with Punky. He doesn’t look away when he knows he should. The fact that he wants me this way stirs this constant hunger inside me. It’s the reason I shuffle back to lean against the wall, not bothering to cover my nakedness.
“Let me help ye,” Punky finally says when he realizes he’s staring. He reaches for the towel, but I shake my head.
“You can help me another way,” I purr, opening my legs to expose my sex to him.
His gaze sets me on fire as he’s clearly wrestling with looking away. But he can’t. “No,” he states, but the fact that he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal contradicts his claim.
“No?” I question with a smirk as I cup my breasts and run my thumbs over my erect nipples. “No, you won’t help me?”
“We can’t, Baby,” he says, still ogling me.
I love it when he calls me baby. The term of endearment from anyone else would piss me off, but not when Punky says it. But I refuse to let him know that.
“Oh? ’Cause you’re my brother?”
He clenches his jaw.
“Brother or not,” I state, slowly gliding my hands toward the junction of my thighs. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. No one can make me come like you can.”
I’m being crude on purpose because I want to see him squirm, and squirm he does when I slip two fingers into my sex. I’m wet, thanks to the shower, but also because Punky is here, watching me as I start to get myself off.
My injuries are long forgotten as I sink my fingers in and out of my pussy, locking eyes with Punky as he’s the perfect material to get off to. He watches as I play with myself slowly, humming in approval as I see him responding to what he sees.
“Stop it,” he says, but he doesn’t mean it.
“You can always walk away,” I gasp, pushing out my breasts to enhance this torturous show for him. “But you can’t, can you?”
When he doesn’t answer, I grin.
“Get on your knees.”
My demand shocks him. I can clearly see him weighing over my order, as he knows this is wrong. But temptation wins, just how I knew it would when he slowly drops to his knees. He doesn’t speak. He just watches me as I open my legs wider and increase the tempo of my fingers.
“I used to think of you when Rory fucked me. It was the only way I could come. Don’t get me wrong, he fucked me good and hard.”
Punky clenches his fists and jaw while I smirk.
“But it wasn’t his cock I wanted in my mouth. In my pussy. And my a—”
“Stop talkin’ like that. This isn’t you.”
“How do you know?” I challenge, cupping one breast as I continue playing with my needy center. “You don’t know me anymore. You’re too busy getting to know Darcy Duffy to care.”
“She means nothin’ to me,” he declares, still on his knees. The sight is fucking glorious. He deserves to be on his knees after what he’s done.
“Is that so? Do you just fuck women to get what you want? Is that it?”
“I never fucked her,” he says, curling his lip. His confession appeases my curiosity. “What’s the matter? Why are ye actin’ this way?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A gasp escapes me as I feel my orgasm approaching.
“Don’tcha fucking lie to me.”
Laughing, I arch my back and open my legs wider. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
“Watch yer tongue, Babydoll,” he warns, his anger palpable. It’s exactly what I want. He’s fallen into the honeytrap.
“What are you going to do about it?” I challenge with a snicker. “I’m your sister. You can’t—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he’s on top of me, heatedly jerking my legs out from under me. The moment my back hits the cool tiled floor, he’s between my legs, replacing my fingers with his mouth as he eats me out violently.
A loud moan slips free because every part of me is stimulated. His stubble scratches my sensitive skin in just the right way as does his skillful tongue. He isn’t gentle, but I don’t want him to be. I’ve wanted this for ten years.
What I said about Rory was true. No matter what he did to try to please me, it was never enough because he wasn’t the man I wanted. The man who is fucking me senseless with his tongue, mouth, and fingers is.
Punky’s hot breath sends a shiver straight through me, and I tug at his long hair, pressing him deeper into my pussy as I want to slather myself all over him and mark him as mine, because he is. He belongs to me. And I belong to him.
“Oh God,” I pant, squirming as he feels so good.
He spreads my legs out farther, leaving no part of me untouched as he stokes the fire inside me. He reaches up and plays with my pert nipples, just how he knows I like. He knows my body better than me.
I ride his face as he twirls his tongue deep inside me. The animalistic sounds coming from him are everything I need, and I come so hard and fast tears leak from my eyes. Punky milks every last shudder from me before he places a hot kiss over my aching sex.
He crawls off me while I lay on the floor, sprawled out, breathless and spent. When I think I can speak, I come to rest on my elbows and marvel at a wanting Punky.
“You want to fuck me?”
“Naw, Babydoll,” he says, licking me off his lips with a hum. “I don’t want to just fuck ya. I want to break ye in two.”
The impressive bulge at the front of his pants reveals the truth of his claims.
“But you can’t? ’Cause you’re my brother? And because of Rory?”
“Aye, ’cause of Rory,” he says, leaving out our relationship on purpose, which infuriates me.
“Maybe I can give him a call to come over and you can watch me fuck him then? I mean, you’ve fucked me in every other way.”
“What are ya talkin’ about?”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I question, shuffling toward him.
“Ye know the answer to that.” He remains perfectly still as I climb onto his lap, straddling him.
“Tell me.”
“Cami, I want ya, but I can’t.”
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and arch my back so my breasts are inches from his mouth.
“Why? No one has to know.” I commence rocking against his erection, grinding my pussy against him as he clenches his jaw, his sense of morals diminishing by the second.
“It’s wrong. I won’t do that to Rory. Oh, fucking hell,” he groans when I lick the seam of his deceitful lip
s.
“I suppose fucking your sister is also wrong,” I state, reaching between us and unfastening his zipper. When I wrap my hand around his hot shaft, he throws his head back and moans. “Okay, I’ll stop.”
But the reason behind why I started this is finally revealed.
“Naw…yer not. Yer not my…sister. Sean is my dad. Not Brody.”
Tonguing my cheek, I shake my head, unbelieving I had to find out the truth from two immoral pieces of shit, and not Punky.
“I know,” I spit, angered. “I just wanted to hear you say it. I wanted you to admit that you’ve been lying to me this entire time, you fucking asshole!”
Jumping off him, I rip the towel from the rack and wrap it around myself.
Punky’s passion is soon replaced with confusion. “Ya knew? How?”
“Brody called me to the pub to tell me he wasn’t your father. That’s why he said I shouldn’t trust you, for you to keep such a life-changing secret from me proves that you don’t trust me. He wanted to make amends and thought by ratting you out, I’d see you were the bad guy, not him.
“He thought by telling me, my alliances would shift, and I would be on his side. I would lay my claim to being a Doyle just like he’s always wanted me to do. He knows I’m an enemy he doesn’t want to have.”
Punky quickly does up his jeans before coming to a stand. But it’s my turn to talk.
“I didn’t want to believe Brody. I mean, making me believe that you were my brother is just cruel, especially since we were moments away from fucking at my engagement party! Do you know how fucked up I’ve been?
“Having these sorts of feelings for someone who I believed was my brother?”
“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to explain, but the time for explanations has come and gone.
“But when your father called me and confirmed what Brody told me, I knew it was true. That’s why Sean called me. To pass on the message to you, but to also tell me the truth—that he’s your father! You’ve lied to me this entire time. How could you?”