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"Here," Freddie says, handing me a stack.

I flip each one over, revealing name after name of all the men who are part of the Houlihan Gang. They have very little information on the majority of us. He has a fucking tonne on Jer, though I'm not surprised by that. After all, Jer is the head honcho of the Houlihan men.

"Christ, they've got a fucking lot on Denis," Freddie says, holding up a thick fucking file. "It includes every member of his family, including Callie."

Christ. What a fucking bastard.

"I'm looking, Stephen," he says. "I've got details on the Gallaghers, the Kellys, the fucking Devil's Falcons, and none on the O'Learys."

I grit my teeth as I flick through my own file. Thankfully, the fucker hasn't been following me hard enough, so there's no mention of Jess in this file. "Nor is there a file on Thomas in this stack, but every other member of the Houlihan men is here."

"Those motherfuckers," he snarls. "They're definitely working with him then."

That's becoming truer as each moment passes. "Anything else in that fucking safe?" I question, hoping there's something—anything—that could give me something that will help me find out where the fuck these fuckers are.

Freddie reaches into the safe, sweeping his hand along it. "Well lookie here," he says with glee as he pulls his hand out and I note the thumb drive between his fingers.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," I say, taking the thumb drive from him and pocketing it, before he starts to put the files back into the safe. "Once we're gone, call Jer and let him know the coast is clear."

"On it," he says as he closes the safe and places the picture back in front of it. "This is fucked up, Stephen. Why the fuck are those cunts working with the gardaí?"

I shake my head as I make sure everything is exactly as it was when we entered. "Something isn't adding up. It's fucking shit. What the fuck are we missing?"

Freddie shakes his head. "I don't know, but I think until we figure it out, we're not going to find Thomas."

My jaw clenches. That's not what I wanted to hear, but I know it's the truth. Thomas Grace has a fucking lot of secrets, and that motherfucker has managed to keep them for years, so now we're struggling to find them.

God, he's a cunt.

We exit the house and slide into the car. "I'll call Jer once we're headed toward the road."

I nod, unable to speak right now. I'm too fucking pissed. Too damn angry.

"We'll keep her safe," he promises me. "Nothing will happen to her, Stephen. We'll never let it."

I swallow hard. I'll die before I let it happen, but fuck, I can't stop the dread that's filling my gut. We have no idea where any of them are. It's fucked up, and I'll go home now and I’ll have to admit that I have no idea where her da is, meaning she'll continue to live in fear.

The day I have that cunt’s whereabouts, I'm not holding back. I'll kill him, and I'll enjoy every single second of doing it.

ChapterTwenty-One

JESSICA

My stomach is doingsomersaults as I stand in the beautiful dress. I have no idea how this has happened, but I'm in awe that it has.

"You look beautiful, Jess," Mallory whispers as she stands behind me, fixing my veil.

"How?" I ask, running a hand down my beautiful lace white dress. It fits me like a glove and is a dress I would have purchased for myself. It's beyond gorgeous and I'm shocked that I have it. I had assumed I'd wear any dress. I had chosen a pale pink slip dress that Stephen had purchased, which was in the closet. But when I arrived at Jer's house, I was shocked to discover this gorgeous wedding dress hanging on the back of the door for me.

"Stephen and Jerry both wanted you to have a wedding dress, Jess. They wanted this day to be special for you. They called me and asked me to pick a dress that you'd love. They wanted to surprise you. I'm so happy you love it." She grins at me. "I have to admit, I was shocked when I heard you were getting married, but who you were getting married to didn’t surprise me."

I laugh as I turn to face her. She's got a beautiful smile on her face. "It's always been Stephen."

She nods. "It really has. I'm glad he got his head out of his ass and has also stopped stalking you. I'm even more grateful that he saved you. I'm sorry I couldn't."

I shake my head. "No," I whisper, tears springing to my eyes. "You were my rock, Mal. You've always been my rock. Where's my handsome nephew?"

She glances away, but not before I see pain and anguish in her eyes.

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