The Devil I Don't Know (Brooklyn Kings, #1)

by L.K. Shaw

I turn and face my mother. “I’m glad you didn’t tell Caitlín the truth.” She sighs. “I’m sure I’ve done you girls a disservice by keeping you in the dark about the ways of our family. I thought I was protecting you. I wanted you both to lead normal lives away from everything. Away from the violence. Away from being used as collateral.” I’ve had two days to come to terms with my situation. It isn’t my mother’s fault. It’s never been a secret that we’re part of the Irish mob. Until now, that fact has never touched me, though. “My life has been normal, Mother. I mean, as normal as someone from our kind of family could have. Don’t think I’m not grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given.” I wrap my arms around myself, but it doesn’t remove the chill coursing across my skin. “But I also think by protecting us, you’ve left us unprepared for reality. For twenty-four years I’ve lived in this safe bubble. A bubble you’ve all just popped. What did you expect was going to happen?” My mother’s hand is warm against my cheek as she stares at me earnestly. “I know you’re unhappy, and I’m sorry for that. I’ve only ever wanted what’s best for my children.” I step away, and her hand drops to her side. “We should probably get going. You know how Caitlín is when she’s left to her own devices for too long.” A twinge of guilt hits me at the sadness that crosses my mother’s face. It’s not fair to punish her, but I’m feeling petty. I’ll apologize another time. I pull in a deep breath, hold it...