Page 115 of Dylan
Our Heart
Dylan
“And just wherethe fuck do ya think I’ll be while ya take her money and hold her brother hostage?” I say as I step into the old back room, where the money counting happened.
My voice booms and echoes in the space with its vaulted ceilings and stripped walls. The guy who just took Ciara’s gun spins and aims it at me. I don’t miss how fast he moves out of Ciara’s reach to make sure she’s not at his back and he has the gun trained on us both.
“Who the fuck are you?” The guy I’m assuming from the pictures I’ve seen is Sean Young, bites out.
“I’m none of yer fucking business. Ya should have stayed in Seattle, where I’ve been allowing ya to breathe.”
“Allowing me to … You’re not allowing anyone to do shit. Who is this fucking asshole?”
“That’s the prick she’s going to marry. Devin, bring her over here. I’ll let her say goodbye to Ciarán before we leave. One of you check him for guns. Can’t have him trying to play the hero.”
“You really think I need a gun for any of ye? Yer as good as dead, I can promise ya that and I never break a promise.”
“Dad, you fucking moron. Let Ciarán go and stop this foolishness.”
“What are you even doing here? Go back home and mind your business,” Theo Young growls.
“I’m here to save you and Sean from yourselves. Your plan is stupid. If you cross those Russians, you’re going to end up dead. Did you even think about that?”
“With all the cash I’ll have, I won’t have to worry about them. They’re not after the money. They want to put an end to what the money is for.”
“Amy? What are you doing here?” Ciara says, causing me to glance out the corner of my eye.
Laki and a pretty young woman are standing there, glaring at Theo and his son. Neither of them has a weapon drawn, but they’re both giving off a lethal vibe. However, it looks like we’re no longer outnumbered.
Panic begins to fill Theo and Sean’s eyes. The dark-haired, lanky guy with Cadlha starts to inch his way toward the door. He’s the only one who seems to have any sense. The guy who took my gun off me has moved across the room with Ciara.
They are now standing by Theo. “Take him,” Theo barks as he shoves Ciarán.
Arnold’s bitch ass steps forward and takes him by the arm, looking like he wishes he weren’t here at all. Ciarán looks at me and then looks down at his backpack. However, I’m not sure what he’s trying to tell me.
I turn my attention back to Ciara as Sean grabs ahold of her. She begins to struggle and the other guy next to Sean licks hislips and grabs his crotch. I don’t know how, but I instantly know this guy had something to do with her making a run for it with Ciarán.
He’s definitely going to die by my hands. When Sean hands her off to him and he gropes her breast, I see nothing but red. Ciara goes to make a move, but Sean pulls a gun and aims at her head.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sean growls. “Dad, you see, I’m not as greedy as you are. I can live with two million. I’d rather that than ever allow this big motherfucker to touch her again.”
“What? Are you crazy? Sean, I swear to God. I will end your sorry life myself,” Theo snarls.
“The two of you need to let them go. This is over. You had no right to take them the first time.
“I was so happy to have a little sister. I didn’t think to ask you where you got them from. They were so cute and little.
“She was everything to me. Then I figured out what you had done. What you were supposed to do.
“The only reason I was ever cruel to either of them was because I wanted to protect them from the two of you. You needed to believe I hated them as much as you two did, so I could help them.”
“Help them how?” Theo hisses and narrows his eyes.
“You were always too stupid to see what was happening around you. They were going to kill you back then. You keep bringing shit down on our heads.”
This is it. I’m going to make my move. I start to head for Theo. He snaps his attention back to me and pulls his own gun to aim at me.
“Stop right there. I said don’t fucking move.”
