Claimed By The Irish Mobster – Oona Ryda

I keep my elbows off the table. I eat slowly. I do everything right and none of it matters, because Kathleen is already loading her ammo for the next round. It happens as Cillian is drawn into a conversation with Declan and Ronan about something involving a shipment and a contact named Brennan. I hear their voices but not the words. My attention is locked on the woman across from me, even though my eyes remain down on my plate.

“What did your family do, dear?” Kathleen asks, her tone all maternal curiosity. I set my fork down. “My father worked odd jobs.” “Odd jobs.” She repeats it thoughtfully, as if she’s filing it somewhere. “And your mother?” “She passed away when I was young.” “Oh, how difficult.”

Not a trace of sympathy in it. “So you were raised largely by the odd-jobs man.” “Yes.” “And schooling? Where did you attend?” “Public school. I graduated.” “Locally, I assume.” She takes a sip of wine. “No university plans?” “I…uh… it wasn’t feasible. I was working.” Keeping the lights on and trying to keep my father from drinking himself to death, but I don’t say that.

“Of course.” Another thoughtful pause. “Any particular skills? Accomplishments?” I know what she’s doing. She’s not asking questions. She’s drawing a map of everything I’m not, and she wants me to see it clearly. “I’m a hard worker,” I say. “I’m sure you are.” Her smile is immaculate and merciless. “It must have been exhausting, all that hard work, with no real prospects. And then suddenly—” she gestures vaguely toward Cillian, “—you’re swept up into all of this.”

My nails press into my palm under the table. Lorcan’s jaw tightens across from me. Ronan’s eyes cut to Kathleen briefly, then away. “I imagine it must feel like a dream come true.” She tilts her head.

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Nora Epilogue: Cillian 1kitap1.com/en Chapter 1 Cillian The place reeks of whiskey and stale cigarette smoke. Seamus Murphy is sweating through his stained shirt as he stammers out the offer that should get him killed on principle alone. “She’s a good girl, Mr. O’Rourke. Doesn’t complain. Does what she’s told. She’s worth fifty grand, I swear it.”

I don’t respond. Finn shifts his weight beside me, his hand moving closer to the gun under his jacket. He’s thinking what I’m thinking—the world might be a better place with one less Seamus Murphy in it. The apartment is what I expected—broken furniture, empty bottles scattered across every surface, shut-off and eviction notices piled on the counter.

But there are other things too—things that don’t fit. A corner of the kitchen looks clean. Dishes are drying in a rack. Laundry is folded in a basket by the couch. Someone is trying to hold this shithole together. “Pretty, clean, never been with a man—” Murphy continues. “Shut the fuck up.” The words come out flat. Ice-cold. He shuts up. I didn’t come here for this. I came to collect a debt or break some bones. Standard enforcement. Nothing personal. Murphy gambled money he didn’t have with people he shouldn’t have crossed, and now he owes.

Simple. This isn’t simple. A door opens down the hall.

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