Page 80 of Dublin Beast

Because this is personal.

Because Siobhan killed my father.

Because not even taking her life can fix that.

I scan the quiet strip of numbered doors from across the lot. “I’ll take the guard at the door. You have the second man in. Given the arrival of the first aid kit and towels, he’ll likely be in the toilet tending to his wounds.”

Kieran nods. “I’ll find him and put him down.”

“You’re going in to get her right now?” Harper asks.

“Aye, it has to be now. If they stopped and booked a room so the injured one can clean up, we haven’t got much time. If they stopped and are waiting for reinforcements to help them get Siobhan back to Ireland, we haven’t got much time. And if Sentinel is tracking Siobhan and registered the breach, they’re either coming or have contacted the authorities who want her to testify. No matter what, we haven’t got much time.”

I open the door and am about to roll out into the shadows when a thought strikes me, and I turn back. “Stay in the fucking vehicle. You saw how this could go on the camera feed. These guys won’t let us in that room without a fight.”

I peg her with a glare until I see my words sink in and she nods. “Fine. I’ll stay in the truck until it’s all over.”

Good enough.

Kieran and I slip out and vanish into the shadows.

It’s the middle of the night and the motel is dead quiet. The streetlamps cast pale light over the lot, but we hug the edges, moving fast and low along the concrete wall until we’re outside the target room.

I count down from three with my fingers.

Three… two…

We go on one.

Kieran kicks the door and I’m through the opening first, gun raised, sight locked.

The big man turns—but not fast enough.

I put two in his chest and follow with one to the head. He flies back against the wall, then drops.

The second guy comes limping out of the bathroom, gun in hand—but Kieran’s already there.

One shot, straight to the forehead knocks him against the wall and he crumples in the doorway. By the time I’ve stepped inside, blood from both bodies has begun the slow seep into cheap carpet.

Doesn’t matter. We don’t plan on cleaning this up anyway. I step over the bodies without hesitation and move to the bed.

Fuck yeah, Harper was right.

It’s Siobhan-fucking-Daley.

“Alone at last.”

She’s awake—sort of.

Siobhan blinks up at me, dazed and slow, her eyes glassy with whatever sedative they tagged her with. Her red hair’s a tangled mess against the pillow, her limbs sluggish as she recognizes me and tries to drag herself away.

Not fucking likely.Rage roars through me, hot and absolute. I grab her by the shoulders and give her a rough shake. “There’s nowhere left to run, bitch. We know you killed Da for the McGuires and now you pay for what you did to my family.”

Her lips part. “Wait, Bryan, I?—”

I don’t listen. I don’t care.

I yank her into my chest, wrap my arms around her fragile frame, and twist.

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