Page 17 of Dublin Devil

“Why would you start a fight with your brother over this? I’m not worth it. Just call me a taxi and send me back. I’ll figure something out. I have friends.”

I laugh, pulling out my phone to text the twins. “Right. And I’m sure your father put every one of them under surveillance the moment he learned you were missing.”

“Probably not. I’m pretty sure he’ll know I crossed the river by now. And if he does, he’ll never expect me to come back and stay with one of my friends.”

Bryan texts me back, saying they’re on the way. Good. I have a few things I need to take care of and don’t trust Piper to be left alone.

“We can agree to disagree on that.”

She feels she can’t tell me what happened. I get that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out.

“The twins are coming over to watch you for a bit.”

She sighs and gives me a pleading look. “Just let me go, Sean. Billy is probably milliseconds away from burning this house down with us in it. Don’t put your brothers in danger.”

I laugh at the thought. Brendan and Bryan live for danger. They’re seekers of bloody chaos. “Let Billy Gravely set foot on this property and he’ll be missing his fucking head.”

She groans. “It’s a deadly mistake to underestimate Billy.”

“Please. It’s a deadly mistake to underestimateme. I run the Dublin Devils and have a crew of more than a hundred men who will do anything I tell them.”

She sinks back in her chair. “You can’t keep me prisoner, Sean.”

“You’re not a prisoner—you’re my guest. Having you stay here is for your own protection and your father’s.”

She frowns. “How do you figure?”

I grin, letting her see just how serious I am. “Because if you go home and he lays one fucking finger on you, I’ll rip his fucking hands off. I’ll cut him up and leave his body for his precious Dobermann watchdogs to snack on. No one hurts you, Piper. No one. Not ever again.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Sean

Ileave Piper in the care of my younger brothers, knowing she’ll be safe and there when I get back. Brendan and Bryan are like rottweilers. They’re tough, loyal, and nobody with any sense will mess with them or they’ll get their balls chewed off.

If Tag calls either of the twins to confirm that I’ve sent Piper south, they’ll cover for me—at least unless our big brother returns in person and horsewhips them.

The odds are in my favor, though.

He said he has a busy day and that will keep him out of my hair for at least a few hours.

I lean into the right-hand turn, the morning breeze pulling at my hair as I give my girl more gas. The rumble of the engine between my thighs is almost as good as having a woman there.

Almost.

What’s even better is being on my bikeannndhaving a woman there. It’s another kind of ride altogether. Or getting ridden might be more accurate.

Images flare to life in my mind. Piper riding my cock while I straddle the black leather seat of my bike. Me bending her over the tank as I run my hands over her naked ass…

Man, I gotta get a handle on that because I’m stiff behind my fly for like the third time this morning. It’s ridiculous. She’s not even twenty and I’m almost thirty.

When I was sixteen and cock deep in Peggy O’Reilly, Piper was only six and playing with dolls.

No. This isn’t a romantic thing. This has to remain about men praying on innocent women and me standing up to say it’s wrong, regardless of who they are or what side of the river they came from.

And that’s why I can’t let this go.

One of our guys from the station of Garda Síochána, Seamus Peterson, is meeting me at Dinky’s Diner. I asked him to look through the traffic cam footage from the bridge last night and to track the battered woman in the red dress back to whatever hotel she came out of.

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