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“You can and you will, boy.” The thick Irish accent could only be one person, Declan.
“You told me I just had to find a way to get the girl. ‘Get Harper and bring her to the cabin.’ That’s what you said.” Logan is clearly doing his best to mind his tone, but I can tell he’s fuming.
“Yes, that is what I said.” Delcan’s voice, unlike Logan’s, remains eerily calm. “But that’s not the plan. I’m not coming there. You will bring her here. You will keep her alive. You will do as you are told.” What? They’re taking me to Ireland? What the hell for?
“Declan, please—”
“End of discussion, Logan. You have embarrassed me for the first and last time. This is your only option. Do you understand me?”
There’s a moment of silence before Logan sighs loud enough to hear through the thick wood door. “Yes sir, I understand.”
“There will be a plane ready for you at Erie International in two days. You will both get on it. Once you arrive here, we will move forward with the plan.”
Without another word, the line goes dead. Just when I thought Logan would come storming in here, his footsteps retreat to the other side of the cabin. Only when I hear the front door slam and the sound of tires speeding down the gravel drive do I let my body relax, yet my mind begins reeling.
This whole time, I thought Declan just wanted me dead. I thought he was going to kill me, just like he did my parents. I thought all he wanted to do was keep me from taking over his empire, even though I have explicitly said several times that I want nothing to do with any of it.
However, now that I think about it, it doesn’t make much sense that Logan didn’t just kill me that night at the apartment. This whole time, I thought it was just so Declan could come here and take care of me himself, like the sadistic bastard he is. Obviously, that’s what Logan thought, too. That doesn’t seem to be the case, though. So, why in the flying fuck does he want Logan to take me to Ireland?
Regardless of the answer, I can’t wait for Mac and Finn to save me any longer. I have to find a way out of here myself. Because even though I don’t know what awaits me in Ireland, I know it’s nothing good. I also know that as soon as they get me there, I’ll never see Mac and Finn again. And that’s a risk I’m not willing to take.
I have to get out of here.
11
Finn
“Holy shit. Finn! I think I got it!” Sebastian’s yelling causes me to spit out my toothpaste before I’ve even finished brushing my teeth. I don’t even bother putting on a shirt before sprinting down the hall toward the dining room table where Sebastian’s sitting.
“What? What did you find?” His eyes move over my naked chest, and if I wasn’t so concerned with whatever the hell he found, I might take the time to question him on it.
He must catch himself doing it, too, because he abruptly jerks his head back toward the direction of his monitors and clears his throat. “I was going back over Declan’s bank transactions but decided to go back as far as six months ago. Nothing really stuck out until I saw this here.” He points at the screen, where I see not an outgoing payment but an incoming one from One Five One Tower.
“What the fuck? Why did Declan receive a payment from our building?”
“It’s not just a payment,” Sebastian clicks on an attached document. “It’s a paycheck.”
“A paycheck?”
“Yeah, for someone named Paul Smith.”
I give him an unimpressed look. “Wow, that’s original.”
“Tell me about it. Anyway, I got into the building’s employee database, and they hired him to work the night shift as a valet about five months ago. I pulled up his personnel file, and surprise, surprise, the name’s a fake. Lucky me, though, they scanned his fake driver’s license, so I ran facial recognition on his picture.”
I wait with bated breath as Logan pulls up a different image of the same man, and I read the name below his picture. “Thomas O’Connor.”
“Yup. And guess who Thomas O’Connor is known to work for?”
“Declan Whelan?”
“Declan Whelan. And guess who I found getting in from a flight with JFK just a few days before he got hired in this building?”
A genuine smile spreads across my face for the first time in days. “Thomas O’Connor.” I firmly squeeze Sebastian’s shoulders in excitement, watching as he pulls up a plethora of other files on the screens.
“I quickly combed security footage from the nights Thomas was working. It looks like he was making copies of keys and using residents’ vehicles after hours to tail you three throughout the city.”
“We never noticed because he was always in a different vehicle.” It’s not a question but a fact.
