Kieran by Kassanna Page A

“Listen, we picked up a part, and I dropped her off where she told me too. I’m picking up a friend now. I’ll call you when I get back to Irish.”
    “Fuck that! You’ll talk to me now!” Kieran bellowed into the mouthpiece.
    Martin’s head snapped up from what he was reading. He leaned forward in his seat, and the magazine slid from his lap.
    “Who are you yelling at?” Roscoe spoke quietly. His tone a deep timbre.
    “Old man, I don’t give a damn how far we go back. I will put a bullet between your eyes if you don’t answer me.” An emotion he hadn’t experience in a long time rippled along his nerves--fear.
    “Did you know I was in love with your mother?”
    Where the hell was this going? He could have Martin call Fionn to track Roscoe down, but his brother was doing a job for Shannon last they talked. Kieran lowered the cell and stared at Martin. “Get Goo on the phone. I want to know where the fuck Roscoe is now. Then I want you, and Krank to go get the motherfucker.” Something was wrong. His belly roiled. A man he’d trusted his entire life was acting off, and the woman who meant everything to him had last been seen with the son of a bitch.
    Martin was speaking softly into his cell.
    Kieran took several calming breaths ad raised the phone to his ear. Going off half-assed wouldn’t get him the information he needed. “Fiona was a beautiful woman. I don’t blame you for falling in love with her.”
    “Between you and your brother Conall , you look the most like her.”
    “It’s the eyes. The shade of blue is the same. Where is Rica?” He had to keep Roscoe on the phone. The last thing he wanted was this asshole throwing the damn thing away.
    “I told you, I dropped her off. I was going to call you later and make sure you knew where she was.”
    Martin rose and trotted to Kieran desk, he picked up a pen and notepaper, jotting down a message. At the airport .
    He knew that. A twitch began in his jaw. He picked up the pen. I know that. Pinpoint his ass. “Roscoe, you’re not making sense. What does your feeling for my mother have to do with Rica?”
    “She didn’t commit suicide. That old bastard had her killed.”
    He knew that. Still, he had to wade through the bullshit to get the answers he needed. “I suspected that. My brothers and I will handle our father.”
    “Fucker needs to die.” Roscoe mumbled the words. “All she ever wanted was for me to protect you and your brothers. Losing you and Conall tore her apart. I couldn’t save her life, but I can avenge her death.”
    “Help me out here…connect the dots for me.” He was holding on to his temper by a thread. Kieran thought through how Paddy was fucking with them.
    Shannon was having issues with competitors, Conall and Fionn were having issue with drug dealers, and Kieran had a snitch. Knowing the way his father did things he’d been meticulous about the folks he kept around himThe father had built layers of bullshit utilizing the worst traits in people to create the best outcome for his businesses. How the hell did Roscoe slip under his radar? He’d been so busy planning and executing the dissection his da’s organization. A short bark of laughter escaped him. Paddy was doing the same thing to him. “You’ve been feeding information to Paddy, haven’t you, Roscoe?”
    “They needed to think I was helping them.”
    An ache developed in his chest. “Where did you drop off Rica?” His dad would have her killed just to spite him.
    “You’re in a position with your brothers to claim that old fucker’s throne and own this city, but you were taking too long to make a move.” Roscoe paused. A garbled voice sounded in the background. Group A seating . “I know Danny murdered your mother. I left Rica with him and his crew.”
    “Roscoe?” Kieran’s grip tightened on the slim device. He threw it across the room. A crack resounded when it hit the wall and fell to the carpet. Roscoe had made a bitch-ass move there would be