Chapter 237. Shattered

I blink once, twice, my brain struggling to make sense of the words that just came out of Cal’s mouth.

Irish Kings? 

What the fuck is that?

Why do I recognize this name from somewhere?

But where…?

Then it occurs to me, like a meteor hitting me straight in the face.

Irish Kings… 

That’s the name of the Irish mafia gang in New York. I have no idea why or where I remember it from, but I might have read about them at some point in the past, or heard about them on TV or in the news.

“The Irish Kings…as in, the mafia?” I ask, hoping that saying it out loud will convince me that that isn't what he meant because that would be utterly ridiculous.

The whole idea is stupid. Even repeating the name sounds idiotic to me. There’s no way I fell in love with a mafia boss. Is there? This is not a fucking movie. This is real life.

I remember joking about it once with him in the car right after we met. He slammed on the brake