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I edged closer, placing my hand against the wood. “How do I know it’s you?” I called back.
“You dragged me lingerie shopping with Fallon the other day,” he replied.
Anyone could’ve seen us.My father had taught me never to leave the scene of the abduction. Moving to another location reduced the chances of being found in time or meant they were ready to kill you somewhere else. Since I had no intention of getting killed today, I called back, “If it’s really you, you’ll know what flavor chips you bought me on the way to Galway that first time.”
“Lass, we don’t have time for this,” he growled.
“Actually, I have all the time in the world. What flavor?”
“Prawn Cocktail. And they’re Taytos,” he corrected. “Open the door.”
I did, revealing Torin standing in the doorway. His Glock was naked in his hand, and he had a smear of blood across his forehead. I felt my eyes widen.
“Grayson asked me to get you out of here.”
“Where is he?”
“Handling it.”
“Handling it?” I repeated incredulously.
“Aye, handling it.” He glanced up the hall then back to me. “Come on.” Torin urged. “We can go through the staff entrance at the end of this hall.”
With one more backward glance, I followed Torin out the door.
There were three black Range Rovers in a row. With dark tinted windows, they waited in the alleyway behind the restaurant, smoke curling out from their exhausts as they idled.
Torin gestured to the middle vehicle.
And I got in.
TWENTY-ONE
GRAYSON
A shot slammedinto the wall behind my head, making me whip around to see where it had come from. Sweeney’s men were crawling all over the place, the Fiach enforcers still streaming through the front door.
“You were supposed to be dead!” Sweeney yelled from behind his turned-over table. “You were supposed to befucking dead!”
“The only one who’s going to die is you, you bastard.” Spittle flew from Finnan’s lips as all that rage morphed his vocal cords. “Take this motherfucker out, Kent.”
I turned to look at Finnan. “Boss?”
He jerked his head in the direction of Sweeney. “His clan was behind the fucking car bombing, and he dies for it.”
“Finnan, think about this.” Killing another clan boss was not something you did lightly. The repercussions would start a war.
Finnan rounded on me, his eyes burning with dark flame. “Kill. Him.”
Seamus Hayes—Sweeney’s Chief—who was taking cover behind another table, started yelling at his boss to run. Trying to get him to safety was his job.
“Finnan—” I decided to try one last time.
With an eerie calm, he said, “Finish him, or you’re finished.”
Letting out a breath, I brought up my Glock and peered around the corner of the table. Despite the direct order, I couldn’t kill the other clan boss. I would become public enemy number one. I would be hunted by the Fiach’s Reaper then tortured. I wasn’t afraid of death, but when I thought about the risk of getting killed for my actions, my immediate instinct was to stop. Think. Fallon relied on me, and now I could add Sloane to that incredibly short list of the people I cared about.
I couldn’t stomach the thought of leaving her to Finnan’s mercy.
