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“We aren’t done.”

They continue to question me, and my frustration grows. I need to be home. I know Eoin’s going to do something to my girl while I’m stuck here. The only comfort I had until a few moments ago was knowing he was here too. But now, I don’t feel him watching me anymore. That’s when I decide to push the issue. I lean toward my solicitor, whisper my request, and wait for his response.

“Mr. Tiernan has a suggestion. Bring in the witness for me to question, or we’re leaving,” my solicitor says.

Both peelers exchange a look before one sends a text. While he waits for a reply, I get my confirmation. The witness is Eoin, and he’s now gone.

I lean over again. “I need out of here. Now. He’s going after Moira.”

“We’re done here. You can’t formally charge him.” My solicitor stands.

I rise too, but the peelers push back.

“We have a warrant.”

“That was issued under false pretenses. We are leaving,” my solicitor says.

We try to move past them, but one slams me against the wall before I can reach the door. I want to fight, but I don’t. That’s exactly the reaction they want from me.

I find myself back in a cell. My solicitor’s voice echoes down the corridor as he yells, threatening to wake every official in the city. In my gut, I know it will be too late. I just pray my men and family can protect my girl and unborn child.

I pace the cramped space, intimidating the other people in here so they don’t bother me.

Chapter Thirteen

Moira

I’m sitting in the garden room after a small breakfast. Aidan and Fiona have gone home, and I’m here with all the guards, Niall, Lex, Carson, and Breeze. I lean back on the lounge chair, rubbing Lorcan’s head, as I bite my lip and think about what Brody might be going through.

The lights go out, and the house falls silent before I hear all the men talking at once. They quickly issue orders, then everything goes quiet again. I move to stand up, but Carson says one word to me.

“Stay.”

I freeze.

The sun begins to shine over the trees in the distance. We can see clearly, so I don’t understand why the power was cut until Lex speaks.

“Alarms all over the compound have been disengaged due to the power. The backup was cut too.”

I take a deep breath and slowly exhale as I listen closely. The silence is shattered by gunfire, and I hear a grunt as I roll to the floor. Glass explodes all around me. A shard slices into my hand, and I scream in pain for a moment. Then, a body lands on top of me, and I cry out again.

“It’s me,” Breeze says into my ear before I hear him grunt. Then there’s nothing but his weight settling hard on me. I feel the warm, sticky liquid rolling down my body.

“Breeze,” I whisper, but he doesn’t respond. Feck. He’s hurting me.

I shift so that his body falls off mine and look over at his open, staring eyes. There’s a bullet hole in his face. I press my hand to my mouth to keep from screaming or throwing up.

“Breeze is down,” I say softly.

Another bullet lands somewhere in the house, and I hear a huff this time.

“Sniper,” Carson says, and I know it’s Eoin. He was a sharpshooter on a special police unit.

“It’s Eoin,” I say, keeping my voice soft but loud enough they can hear me.

“Moira, can you come this way?” Carson asks.

I glance over at Carson by the kitchen counter and realize how much open space there is between him and me.

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