Page 86 of Dirty Pool

Gabbie blinked at the items.

Her clothes.

Humiliation filled her to the brim.

She was still naked.

So was Michel.

It was then that she realized who exactly had beaten down their door to get her. Oh, sure, she understood perfectly fine that it was her father’s men. But the one who just handed her the clothes to get dressed and was now looking at her right in her eyes?

Brennan.

Her father’s right-hand, and best friend.

Charles was not playing now.

“Your father wants you to know this won’t happen again,” Brennan told her as she slipped on the shirt to cover her breasts. She was still trying to wake up. What time was it? How had they even found her here? “He’ll make sure of it, Gabbie. Do you understand me? Are you feckin’ listening, lass? If you pull this shite again, he’s going to take care of the issue permanently.”

Fear cut through her heart.

Nothing had ever hurt so badly.

Yes, she heard him.

She heard his threat perfectly fine. Michel’s life was now determined by her behavior. It was a simple threat, sure, but effective.

“Don’t hurt him,” she whispered.

The man glanced Michel’s way. Struggling with the two men holding him against the wall, still naked, his wild gaze met hers.

She knew this was risky. It was only a matter of time before her father found them.

“Gabbie—”

“It’s okay, Michel,” she told him.

He shook his head. “It’s not.”

She knew how this worked.

How this could end …

Gabbie turned to Brennan again. “You won’t hurt him, right?”

“Not if you leave right now … no fighting, lass.”

Done deal.

She would do what she had to.

Michel would do the same for her.

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Gabbie!”

“He will kill him,” Brennan murmured to her, shaking her resolve a little more. “He is not going to play these games, not after this stunt. Is that what you want—for the man to die because you won’t stay away from him?”