Fionn by Marteeka Karland Page A

was time for a new era.
    Their father straightened, squaring his shoulders. His coat hung off a gaunt frame. The once large man was a mere shell of himself. Slowly, each brother raised his arm. Their guns varied from a thirty-eight to a 9-millimeter to a couple three-eighties. Paddy met the gaze of each man, his sons. A wistful smile lifted the corners of Paddy’s mouth. He raised his arms out from his body. They pulled the triggers, riddling his body with bullets.
     As much as Fionn thought this was the peace he’d needed—the closure of knowing Paddy O’Shea was dead—he found it was merely an afterthought. His real closure, the only true peace he’d ever known, was waiting on him at home. LeeAnn. Soon, she’d be his wife, have his kids. She was already his everything. The old man was merely an obstacle they’d removed. What really mattered was his family. His brothers.
    His woman.
    Fionn O’Shea was no longer defined by his job. Ice no longer filled him. LeeAnn did. Her warmth and kindness overshadowed all the darkness in him. He was still a killer, but he no longer feared for his soul. LeeAnn held that safely in her heart. She was his salvation, his sanity.
    His love…