Page 244 of Ignite

“Conan, they didn’t take my turn.”

“Good. But keep driving, okay? If they were tracking you, this could be to throw you off.”

My pulse hammers.

“What’s going on? How are you so calm?”

I’m right on the verge of a panic attack.

“Ben was part of a much bigger organization. One I made enemies with in Ireland years ago. And let’s just say I’ve been burning the city down to make a point.”

“Because he entered me?”

“Yes.”

This mafia world is insane.

“Will you ever be completely safe?” I ask. My hand slides to my stomach, like instinct.

“No one on this planet is ever completely safe. But at least we’re prepared. That’s how I look at it. And trust me, I’d fucking die to protect you, trouble. Without even a second thought.”

My breathing gets heavy. I shake my head.

“I don’t want you to die. I don’t want?—”

“Shh. It’s okay. What’s your GPS saying?”

“Four minutes.”

“You coming up to the junction?”

I nod, slowing as the red lights appear.

“I’m just ahead. Keep driving forward. Go straight to the garage. I’ll deal with whoever was tailing you.”

“You’ll be safe?”

“Always. We gotta talk, right? And I gotta get my girl back.”

My heart skips.

His girl.

Chapter 92

CONAN

Isee her headlights and exhale in relief.

She’s here. She’s okay.

On the screen, the red dot shows Finn closing in fast from the east.

But just as my light—and hers—turn green, headlights emerge from my right.

The BMW.

Motherfuckers.

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