Page 1 of Dublin Beast

CHAPTERONE

Bryan

The war room of the Quinn family castle has stood witness to our family’s long and often bloody history—tonight is no different. The air is charged with violent anticipation, the fiery need for vengeance growing hotter than ever before.

My brothers are gathered around the massive carved table, the Quinn family crest barely visible beneath the stolen reports and surveillance photos strewn across the pitted antique surface.

“It looks like we’ve been hit by a fucking crime tornado,” I say as I arrive.

“Aye, it does at that.” Tag, the oldest of us and our leader—both as head of the family and our mafia territory—leans back in his chair. He’s got that cold, ruthless glint in his eyes—the one that often makes people piss themselves.

He’s always had a way of sucking the air out of a room without even trying, and tonight that is magnified.

“Tell me we can finally put the bitch in the ground, Finny.” Sean is the second born and sits to Tag’s right. He rakes his fingers through his long black hair, pulling it back to expose the gnarly scars that mar his face. The guy is just the right balance of brains and brutality to hold the gavel as the president of our family MC army, the Dublin Devils.

Brendan—who’s a wisecracker, even when things get dark—is eager to get his hands around the bitch’s throat. Not that violence against women is approved of within our territory, but for Siobhan Daley, we’ll make an exception. “With all the intel we stole from Jordan Kelly’s files, there has to be something telling us where they have her stashed.”

A smirk plays across my lips at the thought of catching up to her. There’s a special place in hell waiting for the woman who poisoned and killed our father, and I’m just the man to escort her there.

Finn leans forward in his seat and strokes a loving hand across the top of his open laptop. “From what I’ve pieced together, the day after Siobhan signed her immunity agreement, this task force vehicle rolled through the private gate at Dublin Airport.” He clicks through footage of a black sedan with tinted windows pulling into a private hanger.

“Do we know she was in that car?” Tag asks.

“Not definitively, no. But I did access the manifest for the small jet that exited this hangar an hour later. It detailed the pilot, a co-pilot, one flight attendant, and one female passenger.”

Brendan scowls at the image on the screen. “Where did it land?”

“Gatwick.”

“Fuck.” Sean curses under his breath. “And from there?”

Finn sighs. “Nothing yet.”

“So she’s gone.” Saying the words has bile burning up the back of my throat.

There’s no way that bitch slips through our fingers yet again—she sold our secrets to the McGuires, poisoned our father, and then made a deal to testify against us after more than twenty years of her being part of our lives.

No matter what the Europol task force promised her, she does not get a happy ending to her story.

Sean shifts in his seat. “Kieran has contacts in England. We could have him reach out and see if they might help us.”

Tag nods. “Have him reach out. Tell him to be discreet, though. With the number of agencies working together on this task force, they’ve probably got a wide net of people working with them. If they know we’re looking, they’ll just move her somewhere harder to find.”

Sean pulls out his phone and starts toward the hallway.

Tag sits forward, intense focus burning behind his eyes. “All right, we’re going to need boots on the ground. Who wants to go hunt the bitch down?”

“Me. One-hundred fucking percent.” My pulse quickens with adrenaline at the thought of finally getting justice for our father. “You three have women counting on you, and Finn does his best work behind his computer. I’m your man.”

“We’ll both go,” Brendan says.

I wave away the offer. “Nora just lost her father and only moved in here a minute ago. Stay here. Get her settled and your life started on the right foot. The flight is only an hour and a half if I need backup.”

“Kieran will go, too.” Sean’s on his way back in, holding up his phone. “He said he’s got people who will help, but he’ll get more if it’s face-to-face.”

Tag nods approvingly. “All right. Finn will keep digging and I’ll contact the heads of family in England. Once we get permission to?—”

“Fuck permission,” I snap. “This bitch killed our father.”

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