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âWhat can I say. Iâm a rude person.â He means it as a joke, but Tierney knows there are plenty of people out there whoâd call him rude, if not something much worse. He smiles softly, hands in his pockets and eyes on the horizon. âCiara. You can text me whenever you want. Itâs not a bother.â Besides, he liked talking to her. He scoffs at her comment about not worrying about her. Of course he worries. He worries about everyone in the Syndicate. Some more than others. âYou tell me not to worry but I will anyways you know.â He shakes his head and leads the way, weaving in and out of the scattered people with a practiced ease. Blending in, not being noticed, has been a skill honed for years. When he gets to his place he opens the door with little flourish, holding it open just long enough for Ciara to walk in before letting it go and flicking on the light. âGarage is just ahead, stairs to the apartment are on the left.â He heads up, already pulling out his phone. âIâm thinking of ordering the whole menu. Iâll need something to keep Isaac and Jack from eating my good food for a while, right? What is the shelf life on Chinese food anyways?â
Ciara huffs and crosses her arms. She knows that some people had problems with Tierney, sure. But that was because they looked at the surface. There was so much more to him if someone just cared to look close enough. âYou might want to take that back, Iâm just gonna bombard you with messages now.â She was joking, of course. Ciara always over thought before she sent a message and then looked over it two or three times after that. And then she wouldnât send another unless she got a reply. It was just the way she was.
âThen the same goes for you. You know Iâve always got your back, no matter what ends up in our way.â She nodded and smiled. It was easy for her to follow him, especially after a lifetime of going unnoticed. She did her best to remember where they were going, just in case she needed it in the future. Ciara follows his directions and makes her way inside, glad to be able to relax for a while. âOh my god. Thatâs probably not a bad idea. Have you seen the garbage that Isaac puts in his body? I donât even know if he knows what a vegetable is.â She shrugged. âIâve eaten week old Chinese food before. Not my favorite but it wasnât as bad as I thought it would be.â















