Chapter 10
MOIRA
I’m not sure where I got the bravery from to push Butcher for an answer, but I’d finally pulled up my big girl panties and gone for something that I wanted.
I wasn’t na?ve. I knew whatever took him away from us was most likely dangerous and probably not legal, but that wasn’t what I saw when I looked at him.
To me he was all that was good in this world, no matter what he did.
I knew deep in my soul that he’d never hurt me or Mikayla, just like I knew he hurt people when he had to.
But over the years I’d listened and I’d understood the complex man in a way I’m not sure anyone else had taken the time to do.
Was he hard? He absolutely was.
Was he capable of killing? For sure, but from the bits I’d overheard, he only ever went after those that hurt his family or did bad things to others.
He saw himself as a monster, and I saw him as a saviour.
Maybe I was broken, but I didn’t think so. When it came to Andy O’Shea—aka Butcher—I knew exactly what I was getting.
A man who put his family before himself, that would kill to protect the innocent.
A man that had killed for me—of that I had no doubt.
Someone that cared for my daughter like she was his own.
He was the man that I loved with all my heart and that I know loved me.
I just had to get him to see he was worth me taking a chance on.