Celtic Evil: A Fitzgerald Brother Novel: Roarke Read Online Free PDF Page A

through and he looked up.
    “So all Da would have had to do was let the
brat die that day and he and Mum would have lived and…”
    “And your family would
still be together,” Sebastian nodded. “You were never told of the
awful curse brought on your family the day your brother was born
and it would have been lifted if your father would have listened to
me and not the woman.”
    Staring at the hand offered him, Ryan slowly
accepted it but even as the ancient wizard’s fingers closed on his,
his eyes went to slits and he tightened his grip.
    “The only curse my family had was at times
having these powers and the only one who gets to call my baby
brother a curse is me.” He gritted, knowing he didn’t have the
power to defeat the man responsible for his parents’ death but
could sure shake him up.
    “My father and mother died
to save their son and maybe you thought you could reason to my own
fears and weaknesses, the one thing you don’t do is mock the real
reason my Da gave his life,” Ryan’s eyes flashed and shoved
Sebastian away in shock. “My father gave his life to protect his
wife and son and he kept you at bay for fifteen bleedin’ years so
why don’t you go back to hell!”
    Sebastian’s eyes blazed red
as his anger took hold, not believing he had lost this round to
this mortal witch. “Fool!” he screamed, throwing a hand out to lash
out, and blasted Ryan off his feet and hard to the concrete. “You
could have had it all and spared yourself!
    “You were born of the five.
Five into one, one to become five but it only takes one weak one to
fall to break the circle,” he sneered as he opened the portal to
leave. “You’ve refused my offer boy, but the weakest one will fall
as secrets have yet to be revealed and I know how much guilt he
still harbors for the breaking of your family.”
    As the wizard disappeared and things began
moving in real time again, Ryan was finally able to push himself
back up to his feet from that last blast that he was sure gave him
a few cracked ribs.
    “Damn.” He gritted, lifting
his shirt to see the singe marks and bruises then sat against his
car hood to consider the last words.
    Not always considered the
brightest of the five sons Toryn Fitzgerald and his wife brought
into this world, Ryan was smarter than he let on and right then he
knew it didn’t take an Einstein to figure out what the ancient
witch had been muttering about.
    “Roarke. He means the
brat.” He whispered, slamming a fist on his hood as he thought
about his younger brother and knowing that it had been Roarke his
parents had died to save that day and apparently it was time to
face it again.
    “That’s just bloody great,”
he muttered, easing his aching body into the car and keying his
cell to call one of his operators.
    Hearing the blare of loud
music, Ryan literally winced. “Olav, turn that bloody crap off!” he
snapped, letting the bright red Lamborghini roar to life and
squealed from the lot.
    “What’s up, boss?” the big
blond Swede asked after turning his music down. “Want the
schedule?”
    Considering things, Ryan
sighed and made a choice that, for once in years, wasn’t based on
himself. “No, family stuff’s come up. Tell Andi she’ll have to
handle the upgrade to the Baron’s place and all of the coming stuff
until I get back in touch with you.”
    Surprise was clear as Olav
Vanhoove, one of the security agents who worked with Ryan, took
this in and knew that rarely did his boss ditch jobs. “You need
help?”
    “Not unless you know a
bloody good demon hunter.” Ryan laughed, and then turned serious.
“If I do, I’ll call; and mate?” he paused to remind the man. “Tell
Andi not to slap anyone this time.”
    His friend was laughing as
he hung up but Ryan could not get rid of the dull pain in his head,
swearing under his breath. “Damn it all to hell! That brat better
be worth this.”
     
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