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I don’t bother to look back as I start my car and race back to Brooklyn to my uncle’s fight club. I know in my gut something is going on with Ciarán and Ciara is heading for him.
“Fuck,” I roar.
How does Taegan fit into this? Why would Eoghan lure her there? They’re pretty tight and Eoghan has been trying to work his way up in Uncle Ronan’s organization.
This isn’t making sense. I start to make calls as I floor it. I try Cole first, but don’t get an answer again. So I call Logan next.
“Aye, ya left before I finished talking to ya. Is everything okay with the lass?”
“I don’t know. I think she’s heading to the Fighting Irish. Something is going on with Ciarán. Bro, I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“That’s what I was trying to warn ya about. Laki and his niece Amy are here.”
“Who the fuck is Amy?”
“My eyes. She’s been watching over Lily Young for me to keep her in check, but that can wait. The Youngs know where Ciara is, and Cadlha found them and they’re all here to start some shit.”
“Fuck, that stupid fucking bitch,” I roar.
“I’ll meet ya there.”
I look into the rearview mirror and see I can’t catch a break tonight. The same three cruisers from the lot are following me. If I’m about to walk into some shit that’s going to make me drop some bodies, I don’t need these fucks on my tail.
“Shit, I have another problem. Where’s Brooklyn? I haven’t been able to reach him all night. I need him to take care of this shit with those cops. They’re literally on my ass.”
“His phone broke during our tiff.”
I snort. If that was a tiff, I’d hate to see what he thinks a brawl is. I shake the thought off as I try to lose these pricks.
They haven’t turned on their lights, which says a lot. They either don’t want anyone else to know they’re following me, or they’re too far away from where they belong. I plan to take advantage of that.
“I gotta go,” I say and drop the call.
My next call is a courtesy call because I know what I’m about to do. It’s only fair I show some respect. After all, this might get real messy.
“Aye, what about ye?”
“Uncle Ronan, this is a courtesy call. You’re going to need a cleanup crew at the Fighting Irish. I don’t know how many bodies there will be, but anyone who doesn’t belong to me is going to drop.”
Ronan
“Didhe just hang up on me?” I mutter to myself as I look down at my phone.
I frown and look up at my wife. She’s just getting off her own call. We were about to have a good shag before her line rang first.
“What did ya say yer friend’s name is?” I ask Danny.
“I didn’t,” she replies as she gets up and starts to get dressed.
“Love, this isn’t the time to play with me. I think yer problem has just become my problem. What’s her name and what the fuck is going on?”
“Her name is Ciara. Someone called her and they have her fourteen-year-old brother. Veg—” She cuts off and takes a breath. “The person she would usually call for something like this isn’t available, so she’s calling in a favor.”
“Where is this favor?”
She shrugs then looks down at her phone as it buzzes. “Ah, looks like this is anourproblem. Isn’t this the address of your fight club?”
“Let me guess, we’re heading to Brooklyn to the Fighting Irish,” I sigh.
