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The air is tense, and each footstep we take is deliberate and calculated as we navigate the shadows.
Silent as ghosts, my team and I move with practiced precision, ensuring that every corner is clear before we set our plan into motion. The warehouse looms before us like a behemoth, its walls stained with the sins of those who have worked within, although no one is on site tonight.
With a nod from Declan, the explosives are set in place, a network of charges carefully positioned to bring the structure down upon itself. My heart hammers in my chest as the moment of truth arrives, a bead of sweat trickling down my temple. I take a deep breath, steadying myself for the explosion that will, hopefully, put an end to their wicked trade.
The air crackles with anticipation as we take a final step back from the warehouse, eyes fixed on the ticking time bomb we've wired. There's no turning back now; we've committed ourselves to this course of action.
Bayne’s gaze meets mine. “We protect our own.”
“Aye,” I agree.
His face is determined, his eyes burning with a fierce conviction that we will succeed. I return his gaze, knowing that we both share the same unspoken thought: this is not just about hitting their profits but sending a message—a clear warning to anyone daring to try to harm Fiona or Kitt or any woman from our island.
Our women are off-limits.
With a countdown in unison, we take cover, hearts pounding in rhythm with the night.
Three...two...one...
The explosion shakes the earth, sending shards of concrete flying into the sky. A loud roar fills the air, drowning out any other sound as the warehouse crumbles into a heap of rubble. A plume of smoke rises from the wreckage.
Victory!
As the dust settles, we emerge from our cover, surveying the destruction we've wrought. There's a sense of relief and satisfaction for a moment, but it's quickly replaced by grim determination. Our work is still ongoing; we must continue dismantling their operation piece by piece, eventually leaving no room for them to rebuild.
Bayne and I come together for a brief embrace. He was once my rival. Now, he’s my brother.
In the aftermath of the explosion, we hear sirens, signaling the authorities are arriving to secure the scene of the crime. As we sneak into the night, running like teens, I almost laugh, thinking of the second explosion I’d have to unleash tonight…
The blonde bomb I’d have to set on those poor policemen if I were to get caught.
After all, my lawyer is the fiercest in Glasgow.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Fiona
I’ve not left Norse Garden Estate since the moment Callum read the note, his jaw clenching as his eyes scanned the black words. It’s been days that I’ve been cooped up. In the past, I’ve been such a homebody I wouldn’t have minded, but I’ve grown to love the bustle of the High Street. I miss my shops; you can only get the lavender latte at the coffee shop on the corner and have to venture further into the city to visit the open-air pedestrian shopping plaza.
Today is a welcome reprieve from my imprisonment. Freya has invited every woman we love to help celebrate my upcoming wedding with a bridal shower. I’ve even had my hair done for the occasion.
Luckily, Freya’s hairdresser was able to come to the house.
Barefoot and still wearing one of Callum’s oversized, renovation-paint-stained T-shirts, I stand in front of the mirror after the hair appointment, admiring her work. She’s highlighted the hair that frames my face, creating honey-blonde gold streaks that brighten my skin. She applied a pretty-smelling gloss on my hair, drying it out smoothly, with volume.
Callum’s reflection appears in the mirror beside me. Staring. Hard.
I run my hands over my silky locks. “Like it?”
And the man goes crazy.
He turns me to face him, his eyes filled with despair. “No. No. No. What is this? What has happened? I leave you to nip around the city with Duncan—put eyes on the streets—I was gone from the house for what—five hours? And you’ve—you’ve—what have you done?”
“Callum, calm down?—”
“Freya!” He howls. “Freya, get in here. NOW.”
I shut the bathroom door. “Stop that! Don’t you dare call her in here. This is between us.”
