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Étienne shakes his head. "I don't know. He moves around; never stays in one place for long."

I grab him by the hair, yanking his head back. "Don't fucking lie to me. Where. Is. He? We know he’s in Ireland."

Étienne's eyes dart around, looking for an escape that doesn't exist. "Okay, okay! He... he has a safe house. In Howth. Big place overlooking the sea."

Preacher pulls out his phone, likely to relay this information to Jerry. I keep my focus on Étienne.

"Address," I demand.

Étienne rattles off an address, his voice shaking. I nod to Raptor, who writes it down.

"Now," I say, leaning in close. "You're going to tell us everything you know about The Revenant's operations. Every detail, every name, every location. And if I think for one second that you're holding back..."

I let the threat hang in the air. Étienne nods frantically, blood and saliva dribbling down his chin.

For the next hour, we extract every bit of information we can from him. By the time we're done, we have a clearer picture of The Revenant's operations, their key players, and their plans for expansion.

As Étienne finishes talking, slumping in his chair, I turn to Preacher and Raptor. "What do you think?"

Preacher nods grimly. "Sounds legit. Matches up with what Jerry's sources have been saying."

"So, what now?" Raptor asks, cleaning blood off his pliers.

I look back at Étienne, my jaw set. "Now, we end this. We hit Dragomir hard, shut down their operation before it can take root here."

"And him?" Raptor nods toward Étienne.

I consider it for a moment. Part of me wants to end him right here, make him suffer for what he did to Gráinne. But we might need him.

"Keep him alive," I decide. "For now. He might have more information we need."

I turn to leave, but Étienne's voice stops me.

"You're dead," he croaks. "You and your bitch. Dragomir will find you, and when he does…"

I had planned on keeping this cunt alive until we had Dragomir and the Revenant brought down, but fuck that shit. He’s proved time and time again that he doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up.

I spin around, my fingers clasped around my knife, and I take a few steps closer to him. “No one is going to touch her,” I growl, my voice low and deadly as I slice my blade along his throat.

He’s dead within seconds, his throat slit, blood pouring from him like a fucking river.

One down, too many more to fucking go.

But I will make it safe for Gráinne. I won’t stop until I do.

"Let's go," I growl to my brothers. "We've got work to do."

As we exit the warehouse, I pull out my phone to call Jerry. We need to move fast now. The clock is ticking, and Dragomir Popescu's days are numbered. I'll make sure of it.

TWENTY-FOUR

BOZO

Thanks to some handy hacking skills from Denis’ daughter-in-law, Melissa, we’ve been able to identify a lot of the key players within The Revenant. Not to mention their whereabouts. The majority of them are in Ireland. The fuckers are trying to make a big splash here, but it’s not going to work. No fucking way.

“Butch and his men are currently in Kildare dealing with those fuckers,” Denis tells us with a grin. “The Revenant has purchased a couple of buildings there. Looks like they’re wanting to set up a base of sorts.”

Butch is the president of the Devil Falcons motorcycle club. He and his brothers are helping us out. Chloe is Butch’s niece—of sorts. Callie and Maverick are his actual niece and nephew. He’s family, which means it’s all hands on deck. We’ve got the Devil Falcons MC, the Gallaghers and their men, the Houlihan Gang, and us. We’re going to ensure that The Revenant does not leave Ireland alive. It’s time to dismantle their entire organization and take out every single heavy hitter they have.

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