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Saoirse stands, and I loosen my grip to let her go. I stand beside her, my gaze on her while she tugs at the gun holstered at my back.
“Saoirse?” I narrow my eyes, trying to figure out what’s going on. I don’t stop her. She knows how to handle a firearm, and I’m not the least bit worried about what she will do when she’s got it in her hands.
She is strong, capable, smart. And the fire in her eyes ignites as she clicks the safety, racks a round, and points it to the man standing before her.
“Saoirse,” Declan says. He makes a move to step forward, but I put my hand out to stop him.
“Tommy Walsh,” Sean says. “Huh.” His perplexed attitude isn’t out of place. He doesn’t know why Tommy would betray the Southies. Only Declan and I would know.
“Walsh,” Saoirse repeats. “I knew he was familiar.” She turns to me. “Brian. Brian Walsh.”
“What?” I whip my head toward Declan.
He shakes his head, indicating now isn’t the time or the place.
“Of course I remember,” she whispers. She steps forward, pressing the barrel between the eyes of our cornered rat. “Brian Walsh raped Cara. And you …” her voice drifted into the air. “You wanted to, what? To get revenge? For Declan getting rid of your trash brother?”
Tommy snarls, fighting against Paddy’s grip. “My brother was murdered. He didn’t fall off that roof, he was pushed.” He glares at Declan. Then he turns to Saoirse. “And you deserved whatever it was Vladimir had planned for you, you spoiled bitch.”
“And you deserve to be with your brother in Hell.” Saoirse doesn’t flinch. Like the ruthless fucking queen she is, she pulls the trigger without so much as a blink.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Saoirsesleptforsixteenhours, and I didn’t leave her side. Not even when Callum ordered me to. He could have physically removed me from the room if he tried hard enough, but I don’t think he was willing to find out who was the stronger of the two of us.
Now, he and Haley enter the guest room of their penthouse—the same one I was in all those months ago after being shot. I don’t even try to remove my hand from her knee. The secret is out, and whatever happens, happens. Callum leans against the wall while Haley takes up the seat next to me.
“Has she woken since I last came in?” Haley asks.
“She woke up about an hour ago to use the bathroom, then went back to sleep.” I squeeze her knee, and she stirs under my touch. “Is it normal? For her to sleep so much?”
She nods. “She’s been through a lot, and her body is trying to recover. We just need to keep her hydrated.”
Saoirse moves again, and her eyes flash open.
“Vlad?” She winces as she sits up, then rests her head against the frame of the bed, and drags the blanket to cover her lap.
I shake my head. “We haven’t found him yet.”
“Did he say anything? About where he could have gone?” Callum asks.
She sits for a moment, running through her memory. “No. He didn’t tell me, just that he needed to see his father.”
“I’ll pass it along to Jericho and Yuliya. They might know where he could hide out,” I say.
Callum clears his throat, glancing between us. “Corbin is in the living room. He wants to speak with you.” His gaze drops to me. “Alone.”
An uncomfortable feeling settles in my chest that’s too close to possessiveness. My grip on Saoirse’s knee tightens. “No.”
Saoirse laughs, resting her hand over mine and squeezing to calm me. “I’ll be fine.”
I turn, glaring at her with disgust. “Absolutely not. I don’t want him saying anything that can upset you right now.”
“He won’t,” she promises.
Callum waves his hands in the air, clearly exasperated. “Does someone want to fill me in on what’s going on here?”
He’s been left out of everything, which isn’t something he expects when it comes to me. I’ve always been loyal to him, put his needs first, and followed his orders over Sean’s. He’s even the reason I’d always been so against getting with Saoirse in the first place.
