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Thoughts of what could be happening to Maeve assail me. I try to shove them out of my head, but I can't. I try to call Malachy's phone again, but it goes straight to voicemail.
I speed through the winding streets of Belfast, driving faster than I should in a car that can't handle the roads as well as I need it to. I almost slide off the side of the road, but I regain control of the vehicle.
My phone rings. I answer, "Aye."
Aidan states, "Brogan's alive."
Relief fills me. I feel guilty I'm not thinking about Brogan, yet as much as I appreciate him, I can't focus on him right now.
I can't live without Maeve.
"Thanks for letting me know," I say.
"How close are ya to the Bugatti?" Aidan questions.
I glance at the tracker, relaying, "I'm about forty-five minutes away."
"We're about ten minutes behind ya."
More relief hits me. I don't know what I'm walking into, but I'm sure it'll require backup.
"Don't go near the Bugatti without us," Brody orders.
I don't reply.
"That's an order," he warns.
Devin adds, "Brody's right. Ya don't want to get Maeve killed."
"Fine, but hurry up," I grumble.
"We'll be there soon," Brody says, and the line goes dead.
I continue driving until I'm within range of seeing the Bugatti. I had every intention to wait until my brothers arrive, but even from a distance it's clear it's abandoned.
Fields surround the vehicle. The doors are open and my chest tightens as I drive closer.
I park and get out. There's no sign of Maeve or Malachy. The car sits on the side of the road, empty.
"Goddammit!" I yell, slamming my hand on the roof. A small dent forms.
A cow moos in the distance.
"Where is she?" I seethe and return to my car just as my brothers pull up.
"Get in," Brody orders.
I jump into the back of the SUV. It's a newer one and similar to what we have in America. Brody had it imported while we were gone.
He guns the engine and races past the Bugatti.
My phone dings.
I pull it out of my pocket, and a new wave of anger and fear suffocates me.
A video pops up. Maeve's in it, gagged, tied to a chair, tears falling down her cheeks. The room is dark, with barely any lighting.
"Jesus," Devin mutters next to me.
