Page 123 of Shattered Hearts

I have to shout to get their attention. “I’m coming with you.”

The enforcers blink at me for three seconds and get back to what they’re doing, ignoring me. Fire snakes up the back of my throat, and my fists clench at my sides.

“Fuck no.” Darren swipes a machine gun off the wall and slings it across his back. “It’s too dangerous, Brennan.”

I cross my arms, gearing up for a fight.

Rory gives Cian an upward nod in my direction, as if to say,You tell her.

“You’re not coming with us.” Cian doesn’t even glance my way, which spurs me into a rage, from my collarbone to my hairline. “Finn would kill us if we brought you.”

I take a deep breath and count to three before responding. “I’ll deal with Finn.”

“Which van are we taking?” Darren carries on, as though that’s the end of the discussion. Rory and Cian forget I’m standing there almost as fast.

Dammit.

Fury charges my footsteps as I shove between them and rip a handgun out of the holster against Darren’s chest.

Paying Darren’s protests no mind, I whirl toward the gun range. From where I’m standing, at least ten paces from the countertop over which people usually stand to take aim, I fire three shots at the target fifty feet away.

I put a face on the mannequin. From here, the bullet holes look like two eyes and a nose. When I swivel back to the enforcers, their faces are three different flavors of surprised.

Darren cocks his head as his eerie blue eyes scrutinize me. His blank expression reminds me of the Clear All function on a calculator.

Rory raises eyebrows and purses mouth as if he wants to whistle. “Somebody’s got aim…”

Cian stares the longest. “Why do you care?”

Everyone stills as they await my reply. Swallowing my pride, I lift my chin and offer the truth. “Because it’s Finn. It’s always been Finn.”

Cian’s expression softens. “You stick with us and do exactly what we say. One Brennan sister may already be in danger. I won’t be responsible for endangering another.”

At the mention of Harper, my blood runs cold. But I don’t have the headspace to think about her right now.

One thing at a time.

“Of course.” I squeeze Cian’s shoulder as a thank you, re-holster Darren’s gun, and grab one off the wall for myself. “Let’s go, then.”

“Kevlar first.” Rory hands me one, which I put on over my tank top before pulling my sweatshirt back over my head.

Shane suspects the De Lucas have Finn at one of their safe houses upstate. He thinks Enzo took Finn to this particular location because it’s the place where Finn killed Matteo. Enzo’s both homicidal and poetic, apparently.

Rory rounds up five foot soldiers to join our rescue party. Jon and Declan Flaerty, Anthony Walsh, Robin Ryan, and James Moore. Though I don’t know any of them very well, I’m familiar with all of them.

Jon and Declan are easy to remember because, besides Harper and me, they’re the only other pair of twins in the Gallagher clan. Robin is equally ubiquitous because the man is a skyscraper. People around here call him Big Rob because he’s over six and a half feet tall, and both Tony and James work closely with my dad.

The men give me looks ranging from apathy to surprise before Rory yanks the door to our extended cargo van open and they all pile into the back.

Cian drills me with a hard stare before climbing in. “You sure about this?”

I nod. “Finn would do the same for me.”

In fact, Finn has already put his life on the line to save me. This is the least I can do, as the woman who loves him. As someone who’d be dead if he hadn’t been there when I needed him.

Saving Finn is worth the risk to my life. Even if saving him means he and Harper ride off into the sunset together. Losing him to my sister would gut me and tear my heart into pieces, but I can bear the pain.

I can’t bear the idea of a world without Finn.

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