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Fighting Irish.
It doesn’t look like a gym. In fact, the place doesn’t look like it’s open. Looking around, I notice the construction equipment and dumpsters. I’m pretty sure this place is under some kind of construction. My heart begins to race.
It would be so messed up if the Youngs were moving here to New York. Maybe this will be their gym and the place used to be Fighting Irish. I don’t know what they’re doing here in New York, but they need to leave.
This is our home. Dylan and Cee may have been fighting today, but I know they’ll make up. Dylan loves us. He wants us to be safe and have nice things.
I haven’t been treated like a slave once since we’ve been here. Miss Vega, Miss Daliah, Miss Taegan, Auntie Con, Auntie Kate, Uncle Book, Uncle Aidan, Uncle Jamie, Uncle Brooklyn, and Uncle Logan, they’re our new family. They took us in and helped us.
“No, you can leave. I’ll be fine. I can handle myself,” I say as I grab my backpack with the Glock in it from the floor.
Dylan will probably be mad at me for taking it, but I have to protect my family. Ciara is all I have. That name is so pretty for her. I’m glad Dylan remembers it.
I don’t want people taking anything else from us. Not our names and not our happiness either. It stops here.
“Okay, kid. Suit yourself. Be safe out here.”
“I will. Thanks.”
I hop out and move to the building to look around and find a way inside. That’s when I notice Taegan’s car. I frown and try to get a closer look. I don’t think there are too many sparkly pink BMWs.
“Well, well, well, look at what we have here. Sean’s going to be happy to see you,” someone says as they place a gun to the back of my head.
“Don’t shoot. I’m harmless. I’m looking for my friend. That’s her car right there,” I say quickly as I think fast.
“Shut up. You’re saving us some time. To think I only came out here to take a piss. Fucking bathrooms are a part of the renovation inside,” he says.
I think I know his voice, but I can’t put a name to it right now. He grabs my arm and turns me to shove me toward the building. I wonder what Miss Taegan is doing here.
When we get inside, I realize I might be in trouble. I pull my backpack against my chest and cradle it there as I try to gauge when to pull my gun.
I’m grateful that when Dylan taught Ciara how to shoot, he took me along to learn for sport. I don’t think he intended for me to be in a situation like this when I would need to use live ammo for the first time.
There are more people here than I was expecting. Sean, Theo, and that redheaded lady are all here. What was her name? Cadlha.
My nostrils flare as Arnold comes into view, standing next to some guy I don’t know. The guy who just caught me and brought me in here moves to their side and I can now place the voice and his face.Devin.Sean’s stupid friend, who used to watch Ciara like she was a piece of meat.
Stay calm, Ciarán. I have to help Miss Taegan.
She’s unconscious and they have her tied up. There’s another guy sitting next to her and he’s tied up and gagged. However, he’s awake. Yet his eyes look wrong, like he’s been drugged.
“Ciarán, it’s good to see you,” Theo croons.
“Right, we won’t have to work as hard to get Cee-Cee here,” Sean says.
“Let’s get this over with. Call her and tell her to get her ass here now,” that Cadlha lady snarls.
“You guys are going to be sorry.” I fight not to allow the tears to fall.
Even if I pull my gun now, there are too many of them and I won’t get them all without Miss Taegan getting hurt. Maybe if I wait, Ciara and I can do this together. Dylan is sure to come with her.
Yeah, we’ll do this as a family. Dylan and I can protect Ciara together and we’ll never have to leave or be scared again.
I’m going to fight for my sister. They’re going to leave us alone. This is our home. New York belongs to us.
Dylan
“Keys, keys,”I murmur to myself as I pat myself down.
