Page 94 of Dublin Brute

Headlights bring the arrival of Sean, Keefer, and Kieran in the second car. And with the rumble of Harleys growing closer by the moment and building all around us, the promise of Quinn justice about to be handed down is unmistakable.

I leave the hunting of McGuire dickwads to my brothers. The only thing that matters to me is finding Nora. With my phone held out in front of me, I jog up the side of the warehouse, following the green dot on my screen.

I’ve taken the tracking as far as it’ll get me, so I slide my cell into my pocket and free up both my hands for what’s coming. I grip the handle of the metal door and glance back at my twin. “These fuckers will pay for taking what is mine.”

“Aye, no one will argue your right for vengeance.”

Fucking right.

The grind of metal in rusty tracks makes me wince, the echo of our arrival carrying through the dark warehouse looming ahead. The belly of this beast is a hulking void stacked high with shelves. There is no end to dark corners for our enemy to hide in the shadows.

Caution would be the smartest tactic.

But with Nora’s life on the line, there’s no time to waste.

“Safe home, brother,” I hiss at Bryan, and we slip into the darkness.

“Back at you.”

Inside, the air is chilly and damp. My boots stomp out a steady pace as we move through the industrial space with tactical precision. It’s dimly lit, but the milky skylights give us enough moonlight to make out the stacks of crates piled high and the shipping containers looming ominously all around.

The place is massive and every second that ticks by feels like an eternity.

Bryan and I move through the darkness like living shadows, pushing deeper into the belly of this beast.

“Here. Check this out.” Bryan’s whispered call draws me to an area with a few offices along a side wall. He gestures to a box by the door that is overflowing with purses and lady’s belongings. “These are definitely the fuckers we’ve been looking for.”

My pulse quickens when I spot Nora’s purse abandoned on the desk. I rush over and yank it open—her phone’s here, too.

I leave her stuff behind and press deeper into the warehouse with Bryan at my heels. Violence clings to me, feeding my urge to kill. I don’t need the incentive. I’m ready to raze the earth as it is.

And then a woman’s scream cuts through the quiet.

My stomach drops as adrenaline surges through me.

“Nora!”

I charge toward the echo of her voice without an ounce of caution or self-preservation. I don’t fucking care if it’s a trap, or I get gunned down. The moment I hear her terror, darkness swallows me whole.

Fists clench tight, I pump my arms and run, anger boiling beneath my skin.

I find her struggling amongst a row of containers—a man looming over her, gripping her tightly while she fights his hold.

Rage ignites in me like flame to kerosine—the wildfire exploding.

I lunge forward, tackling him off balance and crashing him into one of the containers. Nora is knocked to the side, and I shove him away from her. Planted between the two of them, I let my beast loose. “How dare you touch the woman I love. How. Fucking. Dare. You.”

The bastard sneers at me, and my blood boils hotter.

Before he can react or utter a word, my fist flies forward like a missile. Knuckles meet jaw with such brutal force his head snaps around as if it’s on a swivel. Blood fountains into the air as he stumbles back, but I follow. The next blow hits home, then the next, and the next.

I’m totally fucking primal.

I let my fury take over and the world disappears around me. It’s just me and the motherfucking asshole who—if I hadn’t got here—would’ve raped the love of my life.

And so, I let my beast free like never before.

Every blow I land sends shockwaves of fury coursing through me. Each punch fuels my rage further until all that exists is this moment—me and this piece of shit who thought he could take what doesn’t belong to him.

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