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“If you say so,” he grumbled. “Come with me.”
There was a central office made out of fiberglass walls whose windows looked out onto every side of the warehouse, and that was where Dec worked. But as he beckoned me out of there, I followed him to the far end where there was another enclosure. This one was made of the same fiberglass, but it had no windows.
Along the way, we passed crates, the contents of which I had no desire to know.
I wasn’t sure what I expected to find in the secondary shelter, but I knew it wasn’t merchandise because that was stored out in the open.
Thoughts of Aoife whispered away when Dec opened the door, and I braced myself. Not because I was scared of what I was about to see, but because the stench that came from there was worse than Jake’s diapers.
My nostrils flared at the smell, but as I approached the enclosure, I knew it wasn’t going to be a pretty sight because it only intensified with proximity.
“Who the fuck’s that?” I rumbled as I passed Dec who leaned against the door, his arms folded, legs crossed as he took in the sight of what appeared to be a man.
Except, this man had…
I sucked in a breath. “Are they maggots?” It was a rhetorical question.
Declan shrugged. “He’s a traitor.”
“Who the fuck is he?” I snapped.
“The fucker who’s been an albatross around my neck since I was a teenager.”
“And? Who’s that?” I demanded when he just smirked at the bastard hanging on a cattle hook.
“Cillian Donahue.”
I frowned because that wasnota Russian name. “Who?”
Declan huffed. “This is why I wanted Eoghan. He’d know who the bastard is.”
The stirrings of a headache started to form at my temples, exacerbated not only out of irritation with Dec but from the fucking stench in here.
“What did you want Eoghan to do? Give your fist a bump in congratulations?”
“This is a historic moment.”
It was?
I grimaced. “I’ll take your word for it.” Then, a glimmer of recognition filtered into being in my memory banks. “Donahue… Deirdre’s brother?” Deirdre was his ex-fiancée. She’d been murdered a long time ago.
“Yes,” Declan said with a grin that was wild and wicked and too like his father’s—shit,ourfather’s. “That cunt’s brother.”
The vitriol in his voice had me rasping, “What’s he done to the family, Declan?”
“Been blackmailing me all my adult life.”
“Wait, I thought Cillian was dead?”
“He went into WITSEC. That’s how I found him. Well, to be fair, Caro Dunbar and Conor found him for me. Caro and Cillian have been skinning me alive for decades.”
Donahue groaned at that, and when Declan cackled like he was a fucking lunatic, I muttered, “I think the fumes are going to your head.”
“That’s the sweet smell of victory, Finn.”
“There’s nothing sweet about this.” I frowned at the living corpse. “Why did you ask if I spoke Russian?”
“Wanted you to fuck off. Didn’t work. Figured this would get you to back away. Unless… is it true what they used to say about you?”
