Page 44 of Dublin Devil

“Whatdidhe say?” I hold up my hands, realizing how harshly that came out. “Sorry.”

Brendan pats my knee. “It’s fine. We’re all on edge.”

“We picked up a tail.” Bryan’s gaze in the rearview mirror narrows. “Blue pickup. Four cars back.”

“Piper, lay down and face the back of the seat.” Brendan slides to the front of the seat and unbuckles my belt. He makes room for me to lay down and I do as he says as quickly as my sore ribs will allow.

My head’s spinning. “This is all my fault.”

“We don’t know that, sweetheart. No need to borrow trouble when we’ve got enough as it is.”

He’s just being nice. I know, to the marrow of my bones, that the attack on Sean and them saying the McGuires are on this side of the river are related.

“We gotta lose this asshole before I head to the compound,” Bryan says.

The hum of Brendan putting down the window precedes him readjusting his bulky frame in the back seat. “Sorry, Piper. I don’t mean to squash you.”

“You’re fine. I’m fine.”

“Good girl. You’re doing great. Just give us another five minutes and all will be well.”

Five minutes? That seems like forever.

“Bren, I’m going to take us into those warehouses where Jimmy bought his kitchen equipment. It’s remote, and the layout is fucked up. We can either lose them or you can get a couple of shots off without causing a huge commotion.”

“Sounds like a plan, little brother.”

Bryan snorts. “Two fucking minutes.”

“That still makes me older.”

Bryan makes a hard right turn and laughs. “You likely shoved me to the side so you could get out first.”

“Are you saying a guy can’t be assertive in the womb?”

I close my eyes. How can they joke when Sean’s hurt and we’re being chased through the Dublin Streets? The Quinns are a different breed of men, that’s for sure.

“All right,” Bryan says. “One more turn and we’ll be there. You ready?”

“I was fucking born ready.”

Sean

The ride to Kelvin’s clinic is a shit show, and every bump seems to tear the hole in my side a little wider. Or, at least, that’s how it feels.

Tag has the split seat down and is lying half in the back seat and half in the trunk. He’s got one hand holding his fancy-ass designer shirt against my wound, and the other holding his phone against his ear. “We’re coming in hot, Kelvin. Clear a path.”

Oh, this is going to piss off the good doc.

Kelvin has a legit surgical practice and hates it when we interfere with the optics of him being just another Dublin doctor.

He’s going to bill Tag a small fortune for showing up in his clinic.

The SUV makes a jerky stop, and I curse. “Fucking hell, Aiden. Easy on the fucking pedals.”

But no one is listening to me.

Aiden is out of the front and opening the back in a split second. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since the clusterfuck ofhim losing his head over Siobhan and killing Piper’s brother, Declan.

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