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“What the fuck is happening?” Ziggy whisper-shouts at me, his gun aimed at O’Conall. I hold up my palm, telling him to wait.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” O’Conall mumbles with a shake of his head, blood and drool spilling from his lips.

“True,” Candy admits with a pout, like it’s a damn shame. She cocks her head my way. A smile tugs at her lips as she gives me a wink.

For a moment, I think she’s going to give me the honors. I’ll gladly put the cocksucker down. I hold my hand out, waiting for her to give me my gun.

It never happens.

Another giggle spills from her pretty mouth as she slowly raises the gun, aiming at the support beam above O’Conall’s head.

Holy shit!

As soon as Candy fires the gun, I loop my good arm with hers. Ziggy grabs her other arm, and the two of us race down the hill with her, back toward the sanctuary of the estate, before all hell breaks loose.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CÚ SIDHE

The bang of the pistol is deafening in the small space.

On instinct, I duck, covering my head as the bullet tings around wildly in the shaft before it lodges into one of the support beams.

The bullet may have stopped flying about, but my ears are still ringing, and my heart is going a million miles a minute.

Jesus fucking Mary Joseph!

The bitch tried to shoot me. Tried and failed.

Standing on unsteady legs, I pause, waiting for Leslie and her men to return to finish me. After a few seconds with no one arriving, I relax. A relieved laugh bubbles from my throat, bringing blood with it. I spit to clear my mouth, dislodging an incisor tooth.

It pains me to admit it, but the bodyguard got me good.

Still, I remain mostly in one piece.

My right hand is missing two fingers where the bullet went through my hand. My teeth may be a dentist’s worst nightmare. And my jaw may need to be wired shut, but I’ll survive.

I’m alive.

Reassured I can still escape, I turn to walk into the darkness of the tunnel. My feet trip over rocks and other debris in the darkness in my pursuit. I grip the walls for support with my good hand, while I cradle my injured one close to my chest.

In less than two hundred meters, I’ll be on the other side of the mountain, where a helicopter is hovering, waiting to take me to freedom.

Once I’ve had proper medical care, I will return for Leslie, make her suffer for disobeying me. I will chain her boy toy to the wall, let him watch in horror as I violate her a thousand ways before ending the both of them.

My quench for vengeance has me putting one foot in front of the other, fueling me to reach the exit on the other side.

I haven’t been walking long, nor have I moved very far in my damaged state when the tunnel groans.

Holding my breath, I strain my ears to hear more.

The tunnel goes quiet.

Too quiet.

It’s perfectly normal for mine shafts to make noise, especially one as old as this. Setting my nerves aside, I focus on getting out. Freedom is calling.

As I take a tentative step forward, the tunnel again comes to life with creaks and pops, louder and closer than before.

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