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didn’t push. These guys are not going to accept that.
    “Moved from where, Shannon?” Kav asks me quietly, not wanting to upset me.
    “Here, Kav.” I look up at him through my eyelashes. He’s puzzled. “Look guys I really don’t talk about this. Actually, I never have. I’m telling you the story of my life that no one knows because I trust you. But this is fucking hard.” I push away from the table and stand up. They all just watch me, waiting to see what my next move is. Here goes nothing.
    “My father was John Murphy. He was the State’s Attorney when he died. It was big news around here, I guess.” I hear them all gasping in recognition. I have to keep talking if I’m going to get this story out. “He was my everything, guys. It didn’t matter how much work he had, or what case he was working on, he always came home every night to tuck me in. He made time for me and came to my dance recitals, taught me about sports, took me to Cubs games, let me be me, not the princess my mother insisted on. I knew I was number one in his world.” I smile thinking about him.
    “My mom could give two shits about me. I was something for her to dress up and show off to the other ladies who lunched, but that was it. When my dad died I was with him…I was shot too and in the ICU for weeks. It was actually reported that I had died along with him. Before I was released from the hospital, my mom called her uncle to see if he could take me for a few weeks while she got things ‘organized’. I was on a plane the next morning by myself. When I got off, Uncle Mick was there waiting for me. She never called or wrote again. I haven’t seen her since she put me in that car with a driver that day. She didn’t even come to the airport with me.” I pause, getting my breath back. I sneak a glance at the boys, they’re stunned. Each of them is wearing a various face of question and disgust.
    “My Uncle Mick raised me. He had me use his last name, it made for fewer questions, which I appreciated so much. He’s an amazing man and the reason Liam didn’t rape or kill me the other night.” Their heads all snap at that comment. “He was a military man, former Navy SEAL. He taught me to take care of myself and trained me to remain calm in a crisis situation. He taught me how to fight and how to shoot. He made sure that if he wasn’t around, that I could fend for myself.” I’m looking right at them now.
    “My gun was in my purse that night.” O’Sullivan drops his head in his hands. “O’Sullivan it’s not your fault, you didn’t know it was there or that I would need it. It’s my fault for letting down my guard. I felt comfortable with you guys. I should’ve been thinking more and paying closer attention. Uncle Mick would be disappointed in me. I hate that.” I slump my shoulders forward and sigh. “I know better, he’s taught me better and on the first night I had to prove it, I fucked up.”
    “No Shannon,” Kav says in a very stern tone. I snap my head up to look at him. His eyes are pinned on me. He stands up, making his way to me, putting his finger under my chin so I have to look up into his eyes. “He would be nothing but proud of you. You survived.”
    I stand reaching my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest. If ever there was a time to cry, this is it. Problem is, I don’t cry. I haven’t since I found out my dad died. I’ve wanted to, sure, but the tears never come. I cried for days, maybe weeks when my nurse told me he died. My own mother didn’t even tell me. I was too unstable to go to the funeral, so the last time I saw my father he was dying right next to me in the backseat of our town car. I don’t remember the last thing we said to each other. I always try, but those words never come. I hope they were words of love. After I stopped crying about his death, I never shed another tear.
    “Your father would be proud of you too. I’m so sorry you lost him.” He tugs me hard against