Page 31 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“Fuck! I wish Colin was here. He’s our tactical expert. I’m going to need him to fucking retire already.”

“I know. He is our expert, but we can do this. I wish we could get someone inside,” Finnean said.

“Pull the permits on the building. See if we can get a layout.”

“I want a viable plan to get her out of there within the hour.” He stood and put his jacket on, adjusting the sleeves. This was his armor, the thing that made him feel as dangerous as he was. Cold and calculating, ruthless when it was called for. “I am going to check on Liam and Kiera.”

Eamon went to the basement to check on Liam. One of his closest friends was hurt, and he would never forgive himself for that. The terrified look in Kiera’s eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life. Standing outside the door, his breathing grew rapid. He was the Don of the Irish Mafia; he had to pull himself together for everyone.

“Hey, Kiera,” he said softly as he kneeled before her. “How are you doing?”

“Daddy hurt,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes again. He reached up and gently wiped them away. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face shattering his heart.

“I know he is hurt, and I am so sorry he got hurt and that you had to witness that, sweet girl. I am so sorry.” As her tears came faster, he wrapped her in his arms and sat on the bench next to Freya.

“Any updates?” he asked her.

“The bullet was a through and through, so he is just mending the wound. He will be just fine. He will need lots of rest to recover, but he will be fine.”

“You hear that? Your Daddy is going to be just fine, babygirl, just fine.” He was rocking her, repeating the mantra just as much for him as for her. Dr. Dan came in at that moment and pulled up a chair to sit in front of her.

“Are you ready to be the best nurse ever, Kiera?” he asked, smiling at her.

“Uh-huh. I think so. What do I gotta do?”

“Well, he is going to need lots of rest and cuddles and kisses. You can help make sure he always has some fresh water and watch movies with him. Think you can do that?”

“I can do that. Is he really gonna be ok?” Her fear was palpable.

“He is. I was able to patch him up and he will be feeling better in no time. Would you like to see him?”

She nodded, and they all went in the other room where Liam was lying on a bed. His shoulder was wrapped, but he was awake and alert. Kiera went to him and snuggled up in his good arm, crying into his shoulder.

“Liam. I am so sorry, man. So sorry. I had no idea they would do this. I am so sorry I put your Little girl in danger, and you, and all my men. I’m just…I’m sorry.” He hung his head, shame washing over him as he thought of the six men who lost their lives protecting the girls.

“What is the update on Daphne?” Liam didn’t seem to care about himself, just Daphne and his own Little girl.

“We are tracking her. It was smart to put those trackers in the hair ties. We are coming up with a plan to get her, but I want you to focus on your girl and recovering until Dr. Dan gives you the all clear. And then you will take your rightful place in the organization, capo.”

They shook hands, and Eamon left to talk to his men.

He pulled up the footage from town to see what went down. Watching his girl be taken fueled his rage, and he vowed to end Cullen once and for all. This Diana chick…well, he didn’t harm women, but that didn’t mean she would have a comfortable life after all this.

He sat there for a long time going over every detail. When it got to be too much, he moved to oversee her clothes being moved to his room. She didn’t know it yet, but after all of this, there wasn’t going to be a choice. She would be his. It was close to two in the morning when the door to his room busted open. Rory, Finnean, Kellan, and all the Mason brothers came in.

“We have to go now. The blizzard is going to make it hard for her to survive, and her tracker has her going in the woods. We had the drone up, but we can no longer see her. We have to move. Now.”

Grabbing his gun and jacket, he looked at his men. “Let’s go get my girl.”

Chapter 14

Daphne

She groaned as she rolled over, her eyes struggling to focus on the room around her. She was on the floor somewhere. Her hands appeared to be tied together and she couldn’t move her legs. The drugs must still be in her system, she thought. She needed to think of a plan to get out of here.

She knew Eamon would be searching for her. Hell, for all she knew, Damian was on his way here, too. As she laid there, she thought of Eamon. She thought of his kindness towards her, even when she was being a bitch. She missed his gravelly voice. She missed his kind eyes and the way he looked at her. She vowed right then and there that if she ever got out of here, she was going to make him her Daddy.

Her eyes were coming more into focus as the time went on. Her feet got feeling back first, and before long, she could shift herself to a sitting position. Thankfully, they tied her hands in front of her.