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"He probably wants to place another bet," Grady booms.
Dagan crosses his arms and stays planted in front of my father. "You'll go when we say you're ready to go, but don't ya think it's time ya stop placing bets? After all, now that we have her, ya have nothing left to bet with."
Da's face falls. He claims, "I won't place any more bets."
"Liar," I seethe, unable to control myself and no longer caring what happens to him.
Da's head snaps toward me in surprise. Shock fills his face.
Grady points out, "Aye, even your own daughter doesn't want to save ya anymore."
It's the one thing we agree upon.
Dagan steps closer to Da so there's no room between them. He puts his arm on his shoulder and turns so they're both staring at me. "Ya did raise quite a looker."
"Aye, she sure is," Grady affirms, licking his lips.
My skin crawls. All I can think about is how I want to be in Tynan's arms and away from this. I wonder why I had to go see Da. I curse myself for taking his call and sneaking out of the house.
The only safety I've ever had came from Tynan. I left it for the man who was happy to turn me over to these two pigs. Everything I had with Tynan and have now lost hits me. I sob.
"Aw, no need to cry." Grady smirks, stroking my cheek.
I move my head, but I can't go very far. So I squeeze my eyes shut as he continues to touch me.
"Oh, looks like you've drank most of the bottle," Dagan states.
"Ya can have some," Da offers.
Dagan grunts. "Of course I can have some. I bought it, ya fool." He picks up the bottle, takes a sip, and hands it back to Da. "Go ahead. Enjoy it. It's going to be the last drink ya ever get."
"What are ya talking about?" Da questions.
Dagan's expression turns evil. He pins his eyes on my father. "Ya didn't think ya were leaving this room, did ya?"
My father gapes at him, looking more and more uncomfortable.
Dagan chuckles. "The only one leaving this room is Maeve when we're ready to use her. But don't worry, daddy dearest, she'll be back between sessions."
27
Tynan
Flynn's tracker turned off fifteen minutes ago. It moved to this area and then disappeared.
We're in the middle of Dublin, surrounded by shops and flats. People stroll the streets, music plays in a nearby pub, and life goes on for the world around us.
Where is she?
Brody circles the block, and my brothers and I scour the area.
"It's back on," Aidan declares.
I glance between the seats at the screen and study Flynn's tracker. It's bouncing back and forth between two streets.
"Is the tracker broken?" I fret.
The phone rings. Brody hits the screen on the dashboard.
