Page 5 of Niall

“Get her some clothing from the boutique tomorrow,” Finn murmured.

“Yeah, already thought of that. I gave her what I could.”

“Has she eaten?”

“Tea. Toast.”

Finn chuckled. “These two are alike. Although I did get some soup into Una.”

“Damn it,” I swore. “I never thought of soup.”

He clapped me on the shoulder. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Doc Barnes says she’s severely undernourished. Dehydrated. She needs care and rest.”

Finn nodded, looking serious. “She’ll get whatever she needs. Una is very fond of her. Protective.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I fucking get that.” Finn looked at me, a smile pulling on his mouth, but he remained silent.

“Have you heard from them?” I asked, meaning Roman, Luca, and Aldo.

“A text saying it was done. They should be here soon.”

“We need to meet.”

His gaze drifted to the sofa. “In my suite. I can’t leave Una.” He stood. “Bring Anna with you. She can stay with Una.”

I looked at them, holding hands, quietly talking.

He sighed. “I think they need each other right now.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

We met with the men a short while later. Everyone looked exhausted. Finn arranged food—platters of sandwiches and carafes of coffee filled the table.

Una and Anna were on the sofa. Across from them were Effie, Vi, and Justine—the men’s wives. Finn had invited them, and it looked as if it was a good call. The five of them were close together, their soft voices a hum in the background. I knew they were offering comfort that Finn and I had no experience with.

Finn sat back, sipping coffee. “Fill me in.”

“Almost everything went according to plan,” Roman stated. His gaze flickered to Luca. “Almost.”

“What didn’t?” Finn hissed, leaning forward.

“Juan escaped.”

Every fiber of my body locked down, and I gripped the edge of the table to stop myself from yelling. I met Finn’s eyes, mine furious, his worried but calm.

“I thought he was dead!”

“No, the coward was pretending. He was shot and played dead. In the aftermath, he somehow got away. We don’t know how badly he was hurt, but we have men out looking for him.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Anna told me he was obsessed with her. She was there for over three weeks.”

“We’ll keep her safe and hope he’s crawled away to die somewhere,” Finn assured me.

Aldo looked grim. “I hope he dies painfully.”

“And the building?” Finn asked.