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Rory lifts his hand, offering me a piece of paper that I didn’t previouslyrealizehe was holding. Passing it to me, he shares, “It was attachedto the box.”

“Box of what?” I huff.

Rory lowers his voice. “Photographs.”

Unfolding it, I immediately recognize it is the same handwriting as the note we had deemed an idle threat at the club.

Now you know how easily I can get to those you care about. Next time I won’t be leaving without the whore.

“Photos of what?” Quinn hesitantly asks, clearly unsure if she wants to know the answer to her own question.

Rory pulls his phone from his pocket and sends a text. A few minutes later, the elevator dings, and one of his guys arriveswithadecorativeblack box and a red silk ribbon. He hands both toRory,who then places them on the counter before me.

Lifting the lid, I toss it onto the white marble counter. I take a quick glanceinside,and my eyes dart to Quinn before turning to Rory. “How thefuckdid they get these?” I bark.

“I gave the order to shut it down the moment I saw it,” Rory informs me. “Theyshould be lookingnow to see how anyonemanaged to getaccessin the first place.”

“When they find it, I want whoever is responsible,” I snarl.

“Of course, sir,” Rory nods.

Quinn steps closer and passes meFionabefore reaching for the box.

“Don’t.” I shake my head, but it’s too late.

She lifts a handful of the photographs from the box with a gasp, tossing each to the counter after she looks at them. Hundreds of pictures of her—of us—in compromising positions. All of them, from the confines of this apartment and pulled from the security cameras covering every inch of this place.

“Dec?” she gulps.

I reach forward and place my hand on herback,trying to comfort her. We agreed shortly after she moved in that the cameras would stay. Access to footage is very limited, but even the men monitoring the cameras don’t have access to moments spread across the counter. If I don’t turn off their access to the room we are intimate in,they have been instructedto do it themselves.No one gets to see her like that without her consent.Rubbing my hand along her back, I mutter, “I’m sorry.”

“Not me.” Her voice cracks as sheliftsthe photo in her hand for me to see.

“How in the fuck did no one catch this?” I snatch the photo from Quinn and shove it at Rory.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

QUINN

“I don’t, sir. But I’m damn sure going to find out,” Rory promises, staring at the photo and shaking his head in disbelief. Without another word to either of us, he storms from the apartment as he yells into his phone.

Somehow, I continue to rifle through thebox,andthere are more.So many more.Picture after picture of Fiona sleeping in her bed with a masked man standing over her. Some he’s just watching. Inothers,he’s holding a knife in his hands or pointing a gun at her head.

“He’s been here…,” I stammer, taking in the details of the photos, “a lot.” His clothes don’t change. In every photo, the man is wearing a black-on-blacksuit with a white ski mask covering his face, but Fiona is in at least sixdifferent sets of pajamas. He’s been here—while we were sleeping down the hall—no less than six times.

“We came as fast as we could.” Declan’s brothers startle me when they all come barreling through the broken front door.At this point, arandom creek of the hardwood floor would probably cause me to panic.

“How’s my little nugget?” Conor croons, lifting Fiona from Declan’s hold and positioning her on his hip. “I’ve been hearing so much about this fancy swing set you got, and not once have you invited me over to play.”

“UncailConor, you’re too big.” Fiona shakes her head and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. A tinysmile thatI think all of us are relieved to see.

“Nonsense!” Conor huffs, even though his broad frame is truly way too big to fit through her play set. “I’ll prove it.”

“You’re gon’get stuck,” she flatly informs him as he lowers her to the ground, allowing her to take his hand and drag him onto the terrace.

These Evans men, all of them, absolutely amaze me. Their whole lives, they have destroyed anything that got in their way and done deplorable things to protect each other and their businesses. Yet, all five of them have an unwavering softnesswhen it comes tothose they love, and they would doanythingto ensure the happiness of that little girl. I’m surprised women aren’t falling on their backs and throwing their legs in the air to have these men father their children.

Scratch that—they all constantly have women on their backs.Among other positions.

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