Page 91 of Dublin Brute

“Oi, mate, you can’t go in—” I’m not sure what the bartender do-gooder sees in my expression, but he takes several quick steps backward and holds up his hands. “You do you, mate.”

Yeah, I fucking thought so.I burst through the Staff Only door and storm down the hall. Drake is coming up the hall with Jay in tow. “She’s not here, boss.”

Jay is looking all kinds of worried, which only shows how intelligent he is.

“I fucking warned you to take care of Nora. I warned you there would be consequences if anything happened to her.”

Bryan and Tag are there a second later, getting between me and the motherfucking tool who was supposed to help me keep her safe.

Jay holds his ground as my brothers cut off my need for blood.

“When was the last time you saw Nora?” Tag asks.

Jay shifts his gaze to Tag and takes a step back. “She raced past my office about twenty minutes ago. She was catching up with Kate as she went out the back door.”

“Show us.” Tag’s voice is low and tight.

Jay nods and leads us down the hallway to the end.

My blood runs colder with each step we take.

We burst through the back door into the alleyway behind Legend, and the night air bites at my skin. “You see? It’s fine. She probably got a ride home with Kate.”

“That’s Kate’s car.” Frenchie points out a red beater in the parking lot.

Bile burns up the back of my throat and I swallow against the acid and grit my teeth. “So if Kate’s car is here and there’s no Kate or Nora, where the fuck are they?”

I feel everyone’s eyes on me, gauging how long before I detonate. Every part of me wants to explode through the screen of my brothers and snap this fucker’s neck.

But that won’t get me any closer to finding Nora.

It takes everything in me to pull my phone out of my pocket and dial my youngest brother.

“It’s really fucking late, B, so I assume this is important.”

“Finny, that phone I bought Nora…can you track it?”

“Aye, sure. Give me a second to get set up.”

“Seriously?” The woman that chimes in on his end sounds half-amused and half-annoyed.

Finny chuckles lightly. “Sorry, babe. If you’re rolling with a Quinn, it’ll always be bros before hos.”

If I wasn’t about to lose my tether on sanity, I’d advise him not to call the woman he’s spending the night with a ho—but that can wait.

“Okay,” Finn says finally, pulling me back into focus. “I’ve got it! The signal from her phone is traveling east toward the docks. Give me a second and I’ll loop you in so you can track her on your phone.”

“Thanks, Finn. You rock, brother.” Hot fury rages through me as adrenaline pumps like nitrous in my bloodstream. They’ve got Nora and they’re headed for the docks. “They’re going to ship them off.”

“The fuck they are.” Tag’s gaze is as murderous as mine when he pulls out his phone. “Bring the car around to the back. We need to catch up with these fuckers.”

I stare at the pulsing dot on my phone screen as I track my angel. Part of me is willing it to stop before it gets to the docks, and another part of me thinks Nora will be safer while the vehicle is still moving, and they can’t do anything to her.

Aiden swerves the SUV around a granny in a Corolla, the squeal of rubber on road echoing in the empty streets. The dark fury boiling in my blood has me lit to explode.

How dare they fucking touch my girl.

How dare they think to take her from me.

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