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I blink. “Oh, yes, please.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Tag
Pregnant. Just over a month ago, I was lost in the mire of grief for my father and now I’m going to be a father myself.
A baby Quinn.
With my arm across the back of Laine’s shoulders and her pulled tight to my side, my world is more perfect than it’s ever been.
Now I need to get her home and get her naked.
We’re almost back to my truck when I hold out the key fob and unlock the doors. Escorting her to her side, I open the passenger door and give her a quick kiss before helping her up into her seat. “In you go my loves. Buckle up.”
She grins and pats her belly. “Daddy’s such a romantic.”
I lean in and kiss her belly. “Only with your mam.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end as my survival instincts kick in. Someone is watching us. Straightening, I see five guys rushing for us.
I toss the keys into Laine’s lap and step back to close her in. “Lock the doors, luv. Now!”
The mechanical clunk of the locks clicking into place eases my nerves a bit, but I don’t like the look of this gang coming at us. “We don’t want any trouble, lads. We’re on our way home. You don’t need to do this.”
“You’re a long way out of the streets of Dublin, Quinn,” the lead man shouts. “And we’ll decide what we need to do. This is Campbell territory, after all.”
I shrug. “We saw the signs for the festival and stopped in for some fudge. No other reason. I have no beef with the Campbells, and if you call your boss, he’ll tell you as much.”
“What if we have a beef with you?” shouts one of them.
I hold up my hands. “Then you should realize what happens when a bunch of jumpy chihuahuas snap at the heels of a rottweiler. You don’t want to start something with me and mine, lads. Just let me get in my truck and we’ll be on our way.”
One of the dim-witted thugs glances around and then laughs. “Did you come here without protection?”
I meet his gaze. “Again. Why would I need protection? We just came for the street festival and are now taking our leave.”
In my peripheral vision, I see that Laine is hopping over the console and sliding into the driver’s seat.
Smart girl.
I don’t want to be seen as running away, but I also don’t need any more trouble with rival families than I already have.
Me against half a dozen young lads trained and powered by Gareth Campbell isn’t something I’ll be able to walk away from unscathed.
With Laine on the opposite side of the truck, all I need to do is get inside so she can drive us out of here. There’s no chance of that. They’ve got me penned against the front quarter panel and are pushing closer by the minute.
“Don’t do this, lads. Seriously.”
“Well, would you look at that? The mighty Tag Quinn, shaking in his boots.”
“Wanting to avoid a fight differs greatly from being afraid of one,” I correct. “I simply want to end a lovely day without bloodshed.”
“Not going to happen.”
When they lunge forward, I dive toward the front of the truck and, as I roll, I grab my blade out of my boot. I come up swinging and slash the first man across the neck.
There’s a moment of shocked hesitation and then a bloody battle ensues. There are just too many of them. I get a few more good jabs in, but soon enough, they’ve got my arms pinned and I’m thrown to the ground.
