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Luckily, I had cleared the building to isolate my target before I went in. But walking back through the empty office too close to full daylight has completely fried my nerves.
I was far too visible.Wewere far too visible. It would have only taken one careless student to wander in, and the whole operation would have been royally fucked.
But who am I kidding? The whole thing was fucked the minuteshewalked in.
Roisin Maguire. In the flesh.
She wasn’t supposed to be there.
I was only supposed to dispose of the target and search for a lead that Connor could do the legwork on.
Not run into her myself.
Not face her myself.
I could have killed her.
Anyone who walks in on my work usually meets that fate. Hell, I’d almost thrown the knife without looking to see who had walked through that office door.
For once, my beastly base instincts came to my aid. If I hadn’t immediately honed in on that ridiculously short skirt of hers, the knife would have surely left my hand.
But that voice… Those eyes…
BEEEEEEPPPP.
A taxi blares its horn at me.
I shake myself and step on the gas, hoping the light hasn’t been green for that long.
What a mess.
When Connor asked me to do this job, I never thought it would end with his sister unconscious in the passenger seat of my car.
For one thing, no one knew where Roisin was exactly.
For another, no one haseversat in the passenger seat of my Lamborghini, conscious or not. The seat belt still had the plastic on it.
But the worst part is how perverse I feel with her there. I’m no mobster; kidnappings aren’t exactly my area of expertise. I’m sure if my uncle were here, he’d have the art down to a T.
Instead, I’m sitting here, barely able to concentrate on the road while I listen to the reassuring breaths Roisin takes in and out. It feels creepy as hell.
“Ughh…” she moans quietly.
I freeze.
But she’s just mumbling in her sleep. I watch as her arms slowly wrap themselves around her torso.
She must be cold wearing only that flimsy little shirt.
With a sigh, I throw my jacket over her and crank up the heat. We’re almost back anyway.
As I drive us out of the city, I try to come up with a more concrete plan.
If he were my friend, I’d deliver Roisin straight away. If he were my boss, I’d do the same. But he’s my partner, and that makes things… complicated.
Connor will want to know about this immediately. So I should tell him… And I will, once it’s the right time. Once I can gauge how he will react. When it comes to his sisters, it’s hard to tell what he might do. He could just as easily buy me a new knife set as beat me to a pulp for not calling him immediately.
My only other option has perhaps even more dire consequences. Ones that I barely allow myself to consider.
