Page 66 of His Kidnapped Irish Mafia Virgin

I placed the files on the table and pointed to the marked location on the map.

“We found him,” I said. “Victor Hale is hiding at a warehouse near the docks under the protection of the trafficking syndicate.”

The room fell silent. Sean studied the map carefully, his eyes moving from the marked building to the surrounding streets, then to the photographs clipped beside it.

“How fresh is this intel?” he asked.

“Less than an hour old,” I replied. “If we move now, we can catch them before they relocate.”

Sean didn’t answer immediately. He looked at the evidence for a long moment, weighing the risks, the opportunity, and the scale of what we were facing. Then he lifted his head.

“Mobilize everyone,” he said calmly.

Paddy looked up sharply. “Everyone?”

Sean’s voice remained steady. “The full force of the O’Connor family. Cars, weapons, medical teams, communication units, and backup routes. This isn’t a routine operation. This is a coordinated strike.”

The authority in his words changed the atmosphere instantly. Michael reached for his phone and Paddy began issuing orders before Sean had even finished speaking. Men moved through the house with urgency, gathering equipment, checking munitions, and preparing vehicles for deployment.

The quiet building transformed into a command center within minutes, every person understanding that this mission carried the weight of the entire family.

I watched Sean as he continued studying the map, his expression unreadable. He didn’t look up, but he knew I was watching him.

“This is no longer just your fight, Liam,” he said without looking up. “Victor Hale and the people protecting him targeted Nora. They targeted our family. We’ll end this together.”

I nodded once, feeling the full force of his support settle over me.

***

Sean stood at the head of the briefing table, calm and unshaken while the room buzzed with activity around him. He didn’t raise his voice or waste a single word. Every instruction he gave was precise and immediately obeyed.

“Paddy, I want the northern route secured before we move,” he said. “No vehicle enters or leaves that area without our men knowing about it.”

Paddy nodded and wrote the order down before turning to relay it through his radio.

“Michael, take the second team and cover the southern perimeter,” Sean continued. “If Victor tries to escape through the docks, I want him intercepted before he reaches open water.”

Michael’s expression hardened. “He won’t get past us.”

Sean looked at Diggs next.

“You’ll coordinate communications,” he said. “I want constant updates from every team, every vehicle, and every checkpoint. If anything changes, Liam hears about it immediately.”

I watched Sean move through the room with the authority of a man who’d spent his entire life preparing for moments like this. He reassigned positions and questioned every weakness in the plan until there was no uncertainty left in the room.

The O’Connor family was gathering because someone had crossed a line that couldn’t be ignored. This was way bigger than Victor Hale.

Sean finally turned his attention to me. “Liam,” he said, “I need you focused.”

“I am focused.”

“No,” he replied calmly. “You’re angry, and you have every right to be. But anger makes men reckless if they let it lead them.”

I held his gaze without answering. Sean stepped closer to the map and placed his hand over the marked warehouse.

“We strike here.”

I looked around the room at Paddy, Michael, Diggs, and the men preparing for the strike. None of them hesitated. None of them questioned whether this fight was worth the risk.