“Tony.” Forcing myself to remain calm, I offered him a small nod. “All good. Thanks for, ah, for having me over.” “It was Aoife’s idea.” Reaching into a drawer, he retrieved the sharpest looking carving knife I’d ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. “She said the two of you had something to discuss with us.” That’s how he’ll do it, I thought as I made my peace with God. That’s what he’ll use when he cuts my balls off. “Dad,” Molloy growled in a warning tone. “You promised.” Tony held his hands up. “Have I said a harsh word to the lad?” “You didn’t have to,” she snapped back. “The fact
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