Page 18 of Devil's Luck

“We know Hector has that.”

“All the lights were on, but other than that, I’ve got no clue what went down there.”

“Did you ever look into her bosses at the firm?” Declan speaks up for the first time. He’s scrolling through something on his phone. Looking up, he holds it out and shows me a picture of two men I recognize immediately but haven’t seen in probably five years or so.

“Jordan and Jasper Hillman.” Motherfucker. Dirty, fucking scoundrels the both of them.

After a business deal went belly up, these two yahoos tried to sue me for four million dollars. Tadhg and I put the beat down on both brothers and sent them packing, after squashing them like bugs in court, but it looks like we didn’t do enough to keep them gone forever. That’s going to change today.

“They go by the shortened last name of Hill now,” Dec adds. “I would bet my left ball that those two arseholes are involved in this somehow.”

How I didn’t realize who Nola’s bosses were really fucking grinds my gears. If I would’ve put two and two together earlier, I would never have let her set foot back in that office again, then blew it up with them inside.

“Let’s get a look at this layout and get in there now.” I order my men.

Forming a double half circle as Cian holds out his phone, I point to the entrances on all four sides of the warehouse where Nola is being held, I start barking names, ordering each of the men to where they will be staging their part of our attack. I assignedCorrin and myself to a door that opens up to an area near the bottom of a set of stairs leading up to a mezzanine of offices on the second floor.

When we split up, I slip into the shadows between the buildings, already knowing everything around me like the back of my hand.

The scent of rust and decay mingles with the distant sound of traffic from the highway, a ghostly reminder of what was once a thriving area. I bought this row of warehouses not even six months ago, planning to hold onto them until the development across the highway starts getting bigger. I hadn’t yet decided if I was going to wait for the property values to rise then sell for a profit, or bulldoze everything and build something to make money myself, but being here now and knowing this place was used in an attempt at my personal downfall, I may just sell everything tomorrow. I don’t want any connection to a place that will no doubt hold a bad memory for my woman.

With my phone in hand, I tap the tracking app one more time just to make sure the dot hasn’t moved, and it hasn’t. I silence the ringer, then tuck it into my back pocket, then from my waistband, I pull my Sig and slide a round into the chamber. My gut twists as I imagine Nola possibly bound and helpless, waiting for a monster to make a fatal decision, and know it’s time to get this show on the road.

Corrin opens the warehouse door and surprisingly it doesn’t make a sound, so we slip into the dark interior undetected.

My eyes take a second to adjust to the darkness inside, but suddenly, I spot movement ahead—three men stand around asmall table under the glow from one of the few industrial lights glowing from random spots above.

Sure fucking shit . . . it’s Jasper and Jordan with Hector. What a small fucking world.

I would bet those four million dollars that these jackasses tried to sue me for, that their law firm is involved with the Aguado Cartel and that’s why they are here with Hector. What I can’t figure out is how Nola got mixed up in this mess. How did Hector know that my woman was working with the Hills? No matter the reason, whatever it was, it’s going to end with these three dead and my woman back in my arms.

Hector is talking, waving his hands around, and while I can’t hear what he’s saying yet, I know he’s flaunting his arrogance, taunting as if he believes he has the upper hand.

Silencing my rage, I position myself behind a stacked pile of crates and wait for the rest of my men who are all entering from their designated doors to get to their spots, filling the spaces around the unsuspecting idiots I have my eyes locked on. My breath slows as I listen intently.

Hector’s laughter is growing more and more annoying by the second, and I imagine how he’ll crumble when he realizes this is his final day on Earth. It’s time to take back what’s mine.

With a tight nod from Corrin that everyone is in position, I step forward into the light, and point my gun in the direction of all three of the bollocks. They all turn, surprised, theirfaces morphing from mockery to disbelief as the reality of my presence settles all around them like a storm cloud.

“You’re losing your touch, Hector,” I call out as I wave my left hand, showing him that I’m not alone. “We just walked right in and you didn’t have a clue.”

“Fergus, you should have just sent me the money and I would have let your chica go free!” Hector hurls with a mixture of shock and attempted bravado. “Now you’ll lose everything.”

“You’re the one who’ll lose, Hector,” I retort, my voice low and menacing. “Let. Her. Go.”

“You think you can talk to me like that? After what you did?” he spits, his hands outstretched, fingers curling into fists. The tension in the air thickens, like an electrical storm. “You owe me for the lives of seven of my men and a shipment that’s now out of my reach.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” I snarl, and before I can think twice, I let my gun do the talking. One shot rings out, a deafening crack echoing in the hollow building as it hits Jasper in the chest, sending his body falling to the ground. “Where is she?”

Panic erupts and Jordan scrambles for cover, but not before Tadhg manages to pick him off with one shot as well. Hector barely makes it behind a stack of pallets, my second bullet lodging into the wall just to the right. I can hear Hector cursing, his boldness wavering, replaced by the fear of losing everything—his life, his power. The balance has shifted in my favor. I’m winning.

“You will pay for this!” Hector screams, probably searching everywhere for a way out, but seeing no clear path that’s not blocked by my men.

I take a step closer, my heart racing. All I can think about is Nola and the urgency to get to her.

“Where is she?” I demand again, making my way around the pallets he’s hiding behind, aiming my gun straight at Hector’s forehead, letting the promise of violence linger like a force between us.

He laughs maniacally, shaking his head as his eyes dart around nervously. “I’ll never tell you!”

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