Page 27 of Dublin Devil

“Good man.” Kieran pats his arm, and I release his payment.

When the elevator door opens, we rush out. The five of us beat feet up the hall, moving quick and quiet. Outside the suite, Gallagher and I pull our tranq guns, Brenny and Bryan roll their shoulders ready to muscle us in, and Kieran stands beside the door with the key card and a stupid grin on his face.

We haven’t had this much fun in a while.

With a nod from each of us that we’re ready, Kieran does the honors. The green light signals that we’re a go. Brenny and Bryan ease through the door without making a sound and we follow.

A bulky Russian wearing boxers is in the sitting room on the phone. He’s ordering from room service and facing out thewindow. He’s the one who kicked Piper in the ribs when she was down in the street.

The other isn’t in view.

Brendan and Bryan press back against the foyer walls and Gallagher raises his tranq gun. It’s as easy as that.

Until the fucker falls and takes the desk chair and the lamp to the floor with him.

The clamor brings the other guy rushing out of one of the bedrooms, gun raised. He’s fat and slow compared to Brenny and Bryan, and they’re on him in a flash.

My two little brothers tackle the guy and take his gun out of the equation. I move in fast and when they’re clear, I pump two shots into him—chest and thigh.

“Two?” Gallagher takes the cable tie handcuffs out of his bag and tosses me over a pair. “Doc Kelvin said one would do it.”

I hand the cuffs to Bryan and point as Brenny rolls the fat guy over. “Our guy is twice the size of yours. Twice the size, twice the tranq darts.”

Gallagher chuckles. “Fair enough.”

With both Russians out cold and with hands bound, I leave my crew to get them on their feet. While they do that, I take a look around.

They’re slobs, but that’s not helpful. The bedrooms have their personal stuff, their clothes, phones, guns, and some porn magazines.

I grab the phones but leave the rest where I found it.

In the sitting room, I lift the desk chair and set it back on its wheels. Then I grab a laptop, a folder with a rundown on the McGuire organization, and a stapled wad of what looks like a legal agreement.

“What the actual fuck?” I scan the contract and skim through the dirty details. “That motherfucking prick.”

Gallagher comes over with the bag and starts sliding our takeaways inside. “What is it?”

I fold the contract and slip it into my back pocket. “More incentive to kill Mattie McGuire. Come on, boys. Let’s get north before anyone knows we were here.”

Tag is waiting for us behind the bar at the MC clubhouse when we arrive. He’s pouring himself a dram and when he holds up the bottle, Brendan, Bryan, and I go over to join him. He looks past us to Kieran and Gallagher. “Take our guests into the boardroom, gentlemen.”

I point to a couple of the other lads. “Give them a hand. And remember, for the moment, they’re to be treated well.”

“And after that?” Micky asks.

“We’ll see how things go.” I want to tell them to sharpen the sheers because I’m going to be making these two assholes into eunuchs, but that little nugget is private and can stay that way.

If I say it, my brothers will wonder why I’m so invested and there’s no way I can answer that question without Tag getting mad. If he even suspects I care about Piper, he’ll order her away from me.

If I play it cool, it might buy me more time.

“So, how’d things go?”

“Like clockwork.” I accept the tumbler and throw the amber liquid back in one gulp. When I set the empty glass down, I tap the rim for a refill.

“Any problems?” Tag tips the bottle and sets me up.

“Not a one.” Brendan takes a drink, and I realize the three of them are staring at me.

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