Page 158 of Illicit Monster


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I stare at the recording, over and over, until he pulls it from my hand.

"Give me that!" I snap.

He shakes his head. "Don't keep watching that. It's only going to make things worse."

I snarl, "I'm going to kill all of them."

Another ding comes from my phone. A new video pops up. Maeve's still in the chair, but it also shows her da on a cot. There's sound to this video, and his loud snores fill the SUV.

"Motherfucker!" I shout.

"She really got the bad end of the parenting stick, didn't she?" Devin states.

"That's an understatement," I spout.

Devin's phone vibrates. He looks at it and says, "Flynn just messaged. She's not with Dagan and Grady right now."

Flynn's our guy inside the O'Leary organization. He finally got to the point where Dagan and Grady trust him.

A small amount of relief fills me. I question, "Who is she with, then?"

Devin announces, "Dagen and Grady's head thugs. They're watching her until they get there."

"How far away are they?"

"They've been in Italy," Brody announces.

"Italy? Tell me that Maeve's not going to Italy or isn't there now," I say, even though I know from where the Bugatti was left, there's no way she could have gotten to Italy already.

Unless someone else drove it and they had a plane waiting.

My gut sinks deeper.

Devin shakes his head. "No, she's not in Italy. They're flying back to Dublin."

Relief fills me, but I need to find Maeve before they do. I question, "Flynn's with them?"

"Aye, he is, and we've got a tracker on his phone," Devin relays.

I swallow the lump in my throat, asking, "How long until they land?"

"Probably an hour and a half," Devin answers.

I inquire, "Did Flynn say where they're keeping Maeve?"

Devin's face falls. "Aye. We're another two hours away."

"Fuck," I grit out, slamming my fist on the back of the passenger seat.

"Easy," Aidan warns.

I clench my fists, ready to kill Malachy and all the O'Learys with my bare hands. "If they touch her—"

"Don't go there," Devin warns.

I shake my head in anger, staring out into the darkness of the night. Following my brother's advice would be smart, but I can't.

All I can think about is what they want to do to my wife and how every minute they're with her and we're not, it puts her at more risk.

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