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Drake was gone.

And I got her back.

It didn’t compute.

Was her dad in bed with The Lucaya Group? They could get to anyone in the world, and a notorious crime boss like Cian was well-known in most countries.

“I don’t have time for games.” I bit her earlobe and sucked it into my mouth, trailing my hand over her fat ass. “Let’s go.” I cupped her ass with both hands and squeezed. “I got shit to do that doesn’t involve fucking around with your crazy ass.”

Her eyes widened. “Where are we going?”

“To one of the Knights’ safe houses.” I snapped my fingers and started walking, knowing she would follow.

She was at my side in seconds. “You can’t send me back to Ireland. He’ll kill me.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.” I grinned like the villain in every horror film. “No one knows I have you. And it will stay that way until I figure out what shit you’ve gotten yourself into this time.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

ELLA

I’m finally free.

I kept repeating the words in my head, relieved to sit beside Sonny. He looked like he wanted hate-fuck and then kill me, but I was just happy to be on U.S. soil again. Happy to be on solid ground.

“How did you get into the container?” Sonny asked, tapping his fingers on the shifter when we stopped at a red light.

I held his gaze momentarily and said, “I walked into it.”

It was the truth.

Sonny snickered. “Sure thing, babe. You expect me to believe you intentionally locked yourself in a shipping container for the past two weeks?”

I shifted in the leather seat and stared out the window, thrilled to see sunshine after my time in a dark, creepy space. “Why should I bother telling you anything? You won’t believe me, anyway.”

His cell phone rang through the speakers, and Marcello’s name appeared on the dashboard. He snapped his head to me and held his index finger over his lips. I nodded, and then he answered the call.

On our way to the safe house, Sonny and Marcello talked about Drake Battle getting kidnapped. I didn’t know Drake well, but I knew of him. Lately, he’d been the talk of news outlets. Even in Dublin, I’d heard about Drake’s mind-blowing tech that governments were fighting over. One article called him a genius. Another called him a madman who needed to be stopped.

After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived at the safe house. I was expecting an actual house, not a dark apartment building.

Sonny ended the call with Marcello and looked at me. “Let’s go. Aiden is waiting for you.”

“Aiden?” I couldn’t contain my smile. “He’s here?”

He leaned over the center console and gripped my chin, those piercing blue eyes peering into mine. “If you hurt him again, I will kill you and ship your corpse back to Ireland.”

I didn’t hurt Aiden. If anyone did, it was Sonny. Before my father sent me away, Sonny walked away from us. He tossed us out like trash. All he cared about was money and status.

Sonny got out of the car and slammed the door. I took that as my cue to follow him into the building. We walked past a front desk that had long since been abandoned. The building was once upscale and probably had a doorman, the kind of place people wanted to live once upon a time. Now, it smelled of mildew and bleach, the two scents burning my nostrils.

“Can you turn on a light?” I bumped into the wall, still disoriented from being locked in the container. “I can’t see.”

With a groan, Sonny gripped my bicep and guided me up a flight of stairs. “You were always a pain in my ass. Why would now be any different?”

I laughed at his ridiculous accusation. “How was I a pain in your ass? I was never anything but nice to you.”

“You fucked him up,” he shot back. “Aiden hasn’t been the same since you left.”

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