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“Hey, Finn, the deliveries arrived, do you have time to help me put it away before you shoot off?” Dan stands in the doorway. He looks tired, although, I’m not surprised––since the shooting, he’s been working extra shifts, and as he’s former military, he’s been helping train the new security team.

The guy needs a holiday.

“Yeah, give me two minutes and I’ll meet you out there.” He gives me a head nod and walks out to the back to sign for the delivery and start bringing in the supply.

Ten minutes later and I’m heaving boxes from the back around the stock room. I hate organising the stock room––thankfully, Dan knows this and is telling me where to just move shit.

“Thanks for helping me, Finn. Normally, Liv or Joise would help me, but you know Liv doesn’t work here anymore, and Josie… well, she’s been kind of MIA the last couple of days.”

“What do you mean she’s been MIA?”

“She hasn’t been around. Cleo and I have been covering her shifts. I didn’t want to say anything to Connor as I know he’s got some shit going on with Alex right now.”

“How long has she actually been MIA for?”

“Just three days, but she’s been kinda checked out for months, even her level of flirting with you guys has been pretty weak recently. I saw her out back a couple of weeks ago with some guy, arguing. She was fairly mad at him, kicking off about him keeping a location a secret.”

“You know who she was talking to or what she was talking about?”

“Nah––” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence when the back door slams. We stand in the stock room in silence, not sure who it could be––there isn’t meant to be anyone else here today.

I indicate to Dan to be quiet, and I head out to the office to check the security feed.

Turning on the monitors on the main wall, I rewind to about five minutes ago and stand there, watching, waiting to see who comes through the back door.

My phone vibrates again, and I pull it out of my pocket, but just as I’m about to check the caller ID, I see Josie head into the back entrance and head straight for the locker room.

She works here, and I should just turn off the monitors and go back to help Dan, but something plagues at me––the way she’s been behaving, the way she used to treat Liv, Dan’s comments… something is off with that woman.

I stay, eyes fixed on the monitors, when I see her make a call.

Clicking to activate the mics, I close the office door, ensuring the sound is locked in this room as I hear her voice filter over the screen.

“You need to tell me where he is, J.”

It can’t be…

I turn up the volume, needing to hear what she says. I look over at Rory’s equipment. It’s not been used since we lost him, but he taught me enough, and if I can get on it quick, I could try and trace the call she’s on.

Deciding I have nothing to lose, I quickly load up his computers as I continue to listen in to her side of the conversation.

“I have done everything you have asked me to do, I have told you about every shipment that I heard about, I made sure you guys got in here the night of the shooting… just tell me where he is.”

Son of a fucking bitch! This fucking whore has been playing us.

I can’t believe she’s talking to J on the phone, at least I can get his location

“No, she didn’t die, she jumped in front of Killian. I guess the way her body was twisted meant that it missed all her vital organs. You want them and their women dead, maybe just blow the fucking club up. Look, Connor took Alex to Ireland, they’ll be back in a few days, you can grab your little whore then, and do whatever you want to her. Just tell Liam to call me.”

Oh, I am going to rip her fucking heart out. The rage inside me builds, and I want to tear her limb from limb, literally. The computer pinging pulls me from the haze. I turn to look at the screen––I have a location…and I’m pretty sure that location will lead me to J.

I’m gonna go make my brothers’ day.

Chapter 40

Liv

Finn didn’t make it back last night, he called and said something had come up and he wasn’t going to make dinner.

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