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“A lock would just slow me down in an event of an emergency,” Keavy told him, and I could only imagine what in the fuck was down there.
Studying the size of the door, I said, “Baby, I can’t carry you down there.”
“I know, Declan,” she replied easily. “So, if you’re worried that I’m going to faint, then you can go down first to catch me if I do.”
“I don’t like this,” I said, though I knew that she couldn’t care less.
“Put me down, Declan.”
Sighing, I placed her on her feet, then after Noah pulled the door open, I started down the stairs, but backwards, so that I could keep an eye on Keavy as she navigated the descent. Lochlan was right behind her, eyeing her like a good doctor should.
However, because we’d been so focused on Keavy, neither Lochlan nor I had been paying attention to our surroundings, so when Noah let out a low whistle, I immediately turned my head behind me to see what had captured his attention, and nothing in this world would have ever prepared me for Keavy Collins’ goddamn cellar.
I quickly turned back towards the woman that owned this fucking place, and after her feet were standing securely on the concrete floor, I asked, “What the fuck, lass?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Lochlan muttered as he walked further into the room. “What…Christ, what is this place?”
“Goddamn, lassie,” Noah chuckled. “At this point, I have no idea what to make of you.”
As I looked around the cellar, I could hardly credit what I was seeing. Keavy’s cellar rivaled a military armory, and I couldn’t even fathom how she had managed to get some of the stuff that I was seeing. If the police ever found this place, Keavy would never see the light of day again.
“Holy fuck, what is this shit?” Lochlan asked, his eyes wide, and I didn’t blame him.
“That’s a Barrett M107A1,” Keavy answered like she was talking about the weather. “It’s a semi-automatic sniper rifle.”
“What in the hell is this?” Noah asked as both men took in Keavy’s inventory.
“That’s a FGM-148 Javelin.”
Noah looked over at Keavy wide-eyed. “How in the fuck did you get your hands on a military launcher?”
“I didn’t,” she said, not sounding concerned at all.
“This is a goddamn APC9 Pro-K SCW,” Lochlan gawked.
“You seem to know your weapons, Mr. Murphy,” Keavy drawled out sarcastically.
“It’s a fucking submachine gun, Ms. Collins,” he replied. “What in the hell do you need this for?”
“Apparently, to keep the M2010 sniper rifle company,” Noah muttered.
The entire cellar was floor-to-ceiling racks of guns, ammunition, and whatever else you might need to start a small war. Nearly everything in here was illegal, and what wasn’t illegal wasn’t as impressive as what she could have only gotten through some pretty heavy connections.
“How’d you get all this?” I finally asked.
“Like I’d said, I didn’t,” she repeated. “I inherited everything in here along with the cabin.”
I shook my head before dragging my hands down my face. While we were worth millions with everything that we had our fingers in, I was beginning to understand just how much I had underestimated Keavy Collins. Even after Morocco had told me everything that he’d found on her and Cian O’Connell, I had still underestimated her. While I was already making wedding plans in my head, they were with someone that I didn’t know at all. Granted, this new development wasn’t going to change my mind about Keavy, but I was going to have to readjust my way of thinking when it came to her.
Before I could say anything, Keavy said, “Now do you understand why I can’t just leave the cabin? If those two assholes aren’t alone, I can’t leave this place to get ransacked by their buddies. If this Klive person comes looking for his friends, I can’t risk anyone finding the trapdoor.”
“Fuck,” Lochlan hissed. “She’s right, Declan. This would put millions in their pockets.”
I looked over at my cousins. “We tell no one else about this,” I said. “Not Aran or any of my brothers. We’ll tell them when the time is right, but right now is not that time.” Both Noah and Lochlan gave me a terse nod of understanding. “Call Tearney and Brody, then tell them that we need them here for the night to see if any more of Klive’s men show up. Since they already know what went down here, they won’t ask any questions. They’ll think that it’s just due diligence.” I glanced around the cellar again. “After we’re in the clear for Donaldson, then we’ll figure out what to do about the cabin.”
“There’s nothing to do,” Keavy announced. “I’ve already told you, this is my home.”
I looked over at Keavy. “Your home is with me now,” I informed her. “And we’ll take care of Klive, so that you don’t have to worry about the cabin.”
