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“This is where your father killed my brother,” he said.
No, this is where I killed your brother, you fucking fool.
Men dressed in black opened the chain-link fence that surrounded the warehouse and I wondered how they hadn’t triggered the security system. Brooks instructed Cameron to pull up close to the warehouse’s front entrance, where many armed men clad in black were waiting for us.
My door was ripped open and one of the armed men yanked me out of the car. “Easy, Rambo. Do I look like I’m resisting?” I yanked my arm from his grasp. “Just point where I need to go and I’ll walk.”
As he glared down at me, I took in his sandy hair and hazel eyes. He eventually pointed toward the front door. “That way.” He had a thick Irish accent.
With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I started walking.
“Get your hands off me,” I heard Cameron yell. I glanced back at the car to see him being dragged away by two of Riona’s lackeys. I could only assume that the men who were helping her were associated with her family in Ireland or they were her family, and by extension, my family. Riona had been born into a family of arms suppliers, who we’d used to get our guns from before we’d switched to my uncle Conor’s extended family.
I was escorted to a large room where there was nothing but two chairs in the center of it. Stefan was occupying one of them and the other was empty. As we got closer, I realized “occupying” wasn’t correct. Stefan was tied to the chair by his wrists and ankles. He looked like hell. The bruising and cuts on his face showed that he had taken quite a beating. His clothes were even more ripped and filthy than in the pictures Riona had sent me.
Stefan’s eyes locked with mine when he heard my heels clacking on the concrete floor. He didn’t react or show any emotion and neither did I.
“Sit,” Rambo ordered, gesturing to the empty chair.
I sat. Brooks and the guards stood off to the side quietly. When Riona didn’t make an appearance right away, I looked at Stefan. “I’m really angry with you.”
He turned his head slowly to stare back at me. “I had a feeling you would be.”
“I can get kidnapped, but not you,” I said, keeping my voice calm because despite how relieved I was to see him, I wanted to roar at him. “This week has been hell.”
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth and a brief glimpse of emotion showed in his eyes as we continued to stare at each other.
The sound of a door opening echoed in the large room, followed by the sound of heels hitting the floor. Stefan and I faced forward and watched as a redheaded woman in an all-white pantsuit strutted her way over to us. Riona approached us with the confidence of a queen. But she was in the wrong kingdom to be doing that.
One of Riona’s lackeys set another chair down in front of Stefan and me. Riona sat in that chair gracefully and crossed one leg over the other as she stared at me. “Hello, Maura.”
“Birth-giver,” I greeted her back.
She smiled. “Do you like how I got you here?”
I shrugged. “You mean how you manipulated a cop into helping you, when really, you’re the reason his brother is dead. I’m a tad bit impressed, actually. So kudos to you.”
When Riona didn’t deny it, Brooks stepped forward. “Riona, what—”
Pop!
Blood hit the floor before Brooks did and when his body fell, a lackey with a gun was revealed, standing behind him.
“He was a good pawn,” Riona said as she stared at Brooks’ lifeless body with zero remorse. “Are you going to ask me why I’ve done all of this?”
I wasn’t in the mood to feed her ego or listen to her monologue. So I just waited.
She stared at me, her eyes bouncing all over my face. “He really raised you in his image, didn’t he?” Her voice held a hint of disgust. “Tell me, are you as cruel as your father is?”
I didn’t answer her, which seemed to frustrate her.
“I didn’t want you,” she said, and when she didn’t get a reaction out of me, she went in a different direction. “You see, your grandfather—”
“I don’t care,” I cut her off.
Anger hardened her face and she narrowed her storm-gray eyes. “Stefan let your grandfather and uncle rape me—”
“I don’t care,” I said again.
