Page 39 of Dublin Beast

Harper sags against me, her body limp.

I throw her over my shoulder and reclaim my gun. “Let’s move!”

Kieran is already cutting a path through the chaos, dropping bodies as we fight our way out. I don’t even feel bad for breaking the truce Logan set up for us.

I made my point clear the first time I pulled Harper from their creepy claws. No one—no one—is taking this woman as a commodity.

And fuck them for trying.

The guests of this depravity have run for the hills, and only Mason slime and muscle remain.

Shooting our way past the lax security is just another Thursday night for these Dublin boys.

Despite my doubts when we arrived, we make it back to our parked vehicle without issue. Either Eddie reckons he’s got things locked down tighter than he does or he’s an idiot because when my family puts on an event, we’ve got the entire fucking MC on security.

Kieran opens the back door, and I climb in and get Harper settled on the seat. The door is slammed shut and Kieran has the engine growling and the tires spinning in the next second.

“Harper, wake up. Harper?” I try to sit her up, but I’m not getting anything. “She’s out. What the fuck did they give her?”

“No idea. If it were normal trafficking, I’d say they’d get her hooked on opiates. I have no idea what kind of shape those degenerate daddies expect their purchases to be in.”

We tear past the open gates and down the darkened road beyond. Kieran pushes it for everything it’s got and we don’t look back. The city lights of Liverpool shrink behind us, fading into the distance.

Good fucking riddance.

“I don’t suppose we’ll be invited back to Liverpool anytime soon.”

Kieran chuckles deep in his throat. “I don’t suppose. But we got to keep our masks as a parting gift.”

I pull mine off and toss it into the front seat. “Seriously fucked up. If you’re not man enough to show your face, you’re not man enough to be doing what you’re doing.”

“I hear that.”

I knew Mason was a snake, but that was another level of depravity.

I pull my knife from my pocket and cut the plastic ties binding her wrists. Harper stirs, a quiet whimper escaping her lips. She’s still out, but she’s shivering, her skin covered in goosebumps.

“Shit, let’s get you warmed up a bit.” It takes a fair bit of backseat maneuvering for me to get my leather jacket and then my T-shirt off, and then get it on her while still offering her some level of privacy.

When I’ve got all her bits covered, she curls on her side and groans. The tension in her frame eases, and she seems to slip into a more restful oblivion.

I run my thumb along the deep red welts chewed into her wrists and wince.Fucking bastards.This wasn’t my fault—I know that—but it happened on my watch.

If that waitress hadn’t tracked me down…

I close my eyes and force the rage burning in my veins down. We got there in time. That’s all that matters.

“Rest now, trouble. We’ve got you.”

* * *

“Come again? What the fuck did you just say?”

I tip my head back and close my eyes, thankful there is no way Tag can reach through the phone and beat me bloody from a distance.

“Aye, you heard me. I’m sorry, brother. But I couldn’t let it go. The girl was grabbed up while working with us and if you’d seen the set up and how they had naked women hanging on hooks to be bid on…you wouldn’t have done any different.”

There’s a long beat of silence and then Tag lets out an exasperated breath. “How angry are the families?”

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