Ryan Retribution: A Dark Mafia romance (New York Ruthless Book 3)
Ryan Retribution: Chapter 12

It’s the sensation of Liam’s fingers twitching in my hand as I hold onto his gently that rouses me from my sleep.

“Jessie,” he groans and I untangle myself from Mikey, who has an arm and a leg draped over me, and sit up.

“Hey, sunshine. How are you feeling?” I smile at him.

“Like I got run over by a fucking forty ton truck,” he winces as he tries to sit up.

“Just lie still, and I’ll get you something to drink.” I glance at the clock and it’s after 6am so he can have some more pain relief now. “I’ll get your meds too.”

He mumbles something unintelligible as I climb over Mikey so I can get out of bed, waking him too.

“This is really not appropriate while my brother is at death’s door right next to us, Red,” he says sleepily as he places his hands on my waist. I roll my eyes at him and try to climb off him, but he holds me in place.

“Hey!” Liam croaks from beside us. “Death sent me packing, didn’t you hear?”

“Yeah, he couldn’t handle you,” Mikey chuckles as he sits up and lifts me off him and places me on the edge of the bed.

“He’s awake,” Conor says from the opposite side of the room and it’s only then I notice that he has spent the night in here too.

“Yeah,” Liam groans. “Fuck!” he shouts as he tries to sit up again.

“Will you stop trying to move?” I shout at him as I walk around to his side of the bed. “Dr. Lisa said complete bed rest.”

“And I’ll stay in bed, but I need to sit up,” he moans.

“Fine! We’ll help you, but just take it easy.” I nod to Mikey and we take an arm each and carefully pull Liam into a sitting position while fixing his pillows. He winces in pain but he doesn’t complain any further as we make him comfortable.

“You need to eat with these too. What can I get you?” I say as I shake two pills from the bottle, remembering what Lisa told me.

“I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head.

“You have to eat something. Just a slice of toast?” I offer.

“No.”

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“No,” he pouts like a toddler.

“Well you don’t get any meds then.” I arch an eyebrow at him.

“I’m in pain!” he snaps.

“Do you want me to get Shane in here to force you to eat?” I challenge him.

At that, Liam looks around the room. “Where is Shane?” he frowns.

Conor clears his throat and we all look at him. “He’s gone to Chicago,” he says almost apologetically.

“Chicago?” Mikey says with a frown. “Why?”

“He needs to smooth some things over with a few of our business associates, given that we took out the head of the Bratva and all.”

“But he just took off without telling any of us?” Mikey’s frown turns to a scowl now as a knot of anxiety forms in the pit of my stomach. Did Shane leave because of me? I feel so guilty already for turning him away. He needed me and I wasn’t there for him.

Conor glances at me and the look in his eyes tells me he knows. Did he and Shane talk about what happened last night? I drop my head so he doesn’t see the tears in my eyes.

“I’m going to make you a piece of toast, Liam,” I say without making eye contact with any of them, and then I walk out of the bedroom and make my way to the kitchen. I’ve only just left the room when I hear soft footsteps behind me, and I turn around to see Conor following me.

“You okay, Angel?” he asks as he catches up with me and slides an arm around my waist.

“Yeah,” I say as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

“He just had something to take care of, that’s all,” he says softly, reading my mind the way that he can.

“I understand,” I say with a nod. I don’t want to talk about what happened between us last night. “But he didn’t say goodbye to any of us.”

Conor reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out his cell phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint. “Here. Call him.”

I shake my head. “He won’t want to speak to me.”

“You won’t know that unless you call him,” he checks his watch. “You’d better hurry though. His plane takes off in ten minutes.”

I take the phone from Conor’s hand. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I’ll go make a start on Liam’s toast,” he says with a wink, and I watch him walk down the hallway.

My fingers tremble as I dial Shane’s number and wait for him to pick up.

“Hey, Con. What’s up?” he says when he answers and he sounds so sad that my heart hurts.

“It’s me,” I say. “Conor gave me his phone to call you.”

“Oh. What is it, Jessie?” he snaps, the coldness in his tone now.

“I just wanted to…” Damn! What do I want? To tell him that I’m sorry he thought he had to leave? That I’m sorry I didn’t spend the night in his bed. But I’m not. That was the right thing for both of us, even if he doesn’t see that.

“Wanted to what?” he asks, his voice softer now, but then I hear another voice in the background. A distinctive, female Irish voice. Damn Erin! Always waiting in the wings to pounce as soon as I step a foot out of line. Damn Shane too! Running to her just because I hurt his pride. Asshole!

“I didn’t realize Erin was with you?” I say, willing him to tell me that I’m mistaken and that it’s a stewardess who sounds exactly like her.

“There are some contracts I need her help with,” he replies in that gravelly tone that usually makes my legs turn to jelly.

“Well, I hope the two of you have a pleasant trip. Looks like you’ll get that itch scratched after all?” I snap.

“Bye, Jessie,” he practically snarls the words.

I don’t reply. I end the call and shake my head. I am a complete fool for feeling even an ounce of guilt for not being there when I thought he needed me. I take a deep breath and pull my shoulders back before I go to the kitchen and have to face Conor because I don’t want him to see how much his asshole older brother has got to me. Shane Ryan can go to hell for all I care.

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