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It took another ten grand, but I talked him into sitting on the kid and finding the right time to nab him for me. He enlisted a buddy to help. Something I’m not happy about, but I plan to use to my advantage.
“You and Mike make sure the kid is secured. Then you come meet me at the Fighting Irish in Brooklyn,” I reply.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who owns that place? You’re trying to get us killed,” he hisses.
“Grow a pair. When she shows up, I’ll get what I want, and she’ll get the brat back. Ya said yerself, Dylan has been busy with something and isn’t around much. Do as I say,” I snarl and hang up.
Rumor is Dylan can’t enter his uncle’s lairs. That’s why I chose the Fighting Irish for this. Even if he finds out what’s going on, his bitch will be on her own.
“I’m going to teach ya a lesson, ya fucking bitch.”
Ciara
“Hey, hey, what’s going on?”Taegan asks as she finds me pacing outside the gym.
I tug at my hair as I try Ciarán’s phone again. He should be inside with Corey, one of his trainers. Corey steps in whenever Dylan isn’t around. My brother has his own team now.
Booker said he dropped him off at the usual time. However, Ciarán wasn’t here when Halley and I returned from our run. I thought maybe he went for something to eat.
I went to all his favorite spots looking for him, but no one has seen him today. I have a sick feeling in my stomach, and I don’t know what to do. I can’t call the cops.
This is just the type of shit that will expose us. I haven’t called Dylan because something has been going on with his family. Allhis cousins from Cali are here in New York. I don’t want to take him away from that.
“Ciara, me wee ass is too small for me to be clenching me cheeks this long. What’s going on?”
“I can’t find Ciarán. He wasn’t here when Halley and I arrived,” I say as I shake my hands out in front of me.
“Okay, calm down. We’ll go inside and see if the cameras show us anything. I’ll call Dylan and he’ll?—”
“No, I can’t bother him.”
I turn and rush back into the gym to head up to the office, where I can log into the cameras. However, when I step inside, Marty, one of the fighters who trains here, stops me to hand over a note.
I take the note and open it quickly. It’s my worst nightmare. I’m looking at a ransom note for my little brother.
You want the kid back, show up at this address tonight and be ready to fight for him. Come alone or this goes bad.
“What the fuck?”Taegan says beside me.
“Not a word of this to Dylan. I’ve got this,” I say as I turn to her.
“Do ya even know where that address leads?”
“Do you?”
“Yes, somewhere that motherfucker will regret. Ya should call Dylan.”
“This isn’t his problem.”
“But—”
“Taegan,” I choke out. “Ciarán is all I have left. If they want me to fight for him, I’m going to fight for him. I can’t afford for anything to happen that will jeopardize his safety.”
Without another word, I take off for my gym bag so I can head to this address. I’m getting my brother back. No matter what.
Dylan
“Dude,will you come on? I haven’t seen Nolan and Crush perform live in years. I want to make this concert. That charity concert was sold out before I could get tickets,” Jamie fusses.
