Page 10 of Resurrection

“Who would I call?”

“Byrne brothers. Volkovs. Zhangs. Any of them?”

“Fuck ’em.” I grab my neck and wince at the straining skin and stitches.

I can’t even remember the last time I felt good. Apparently getting stabbed and then shot is a bad combination.

“If they’re too dumb to figure out the truth, fuck ’em.” If they figure it out, they’ll go after Lorcan. We’ve got our problems, but nobody else better touch him.

“You worried about the fallout for him?” Carys says.

“He didn’t kill me.”

“You make the gunfight sound like a fistfight in your parents’ basement.”

“That’s the code.” I turn my gaze from the window to see streetlights dancing across her half-turned face. “Same rules apply. He’s my brother. I’m not giving anyone anything that’ll get him killed.”

“Areyougoing after him?”

I chuckle. “You worried you saved my ass just to have me put it on the line again?”

A hint of a smile touches her face. “Wouldn’t be unheard of.”

“Surprise. I’m finally growing up.” I smirk and spread my hands wide.

Her laughter echoes through the car, warming my chest. I press the heel of my hand into the warmth and focus on the scenery outside as the city recedes and countryside takes over. In the distance, a chalet is lit up like a landing strip. That’s gotta be hers. Charles Van de Berg has always been a big fan of extravagance in every aspect of his life.

“Small and quaint,” I say.

“You know my father.”

I used to until I almost got his daughter murdered. Standing toe-to-toe with him outside her hospital room, covered in the blood of the men who put her there, is my most vivid memory. That and her expression when she realized she was stabbed.Christ.

“You all right back there?”

Her voice draws me out of my dark thoughts.Jesus. The number of people I’ve killed in my life, and the thing guaranteed to undo me every time is that expression on her face, startled, scared, full of disbelief. There wasnothingI could do.

The tightness in my chest eases at the realization she didn’t die. Close, but the doctors at the hospital worked their magic. Letting her go was the best decision I ever made. Might be the only choice in my life I’m proud of. “Fine. Thinking about how the hell to get out of Switzerland and on with my life.”

From my profile view, her smile fades. “Yeah,” she says. “The sooner you’re on your feet, the better.”

As we start up the long drive, Carys and Jay talk in low voices up front. I can’t quite hear what they’re saying, but when another vehicle is in the driveway, she lets loose a stream of curses.

“Eric?” I try to catch a glimpse of his car.

“When we go in, can you please keep out of it, Finn? Or else stay in the car until I get rid of him.”

I sit forward while the car glides to a stop. Eric and I will not get along if she’s already warning me. The pretentious Alfa Romeo in the driveway doesn’t help.

“I’m not staying in the car,” I say. “And if he’s a dick to you, I’m gonna shut him up.”

Carys sighs. “Just remember you’ve already been stabbed and shot in the last few weeks.”

I chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I could still throw a mean right hook if I had to. Somebody can repair my stitches.”

From her seat, she holds up a finger. “Promise me. Promise me you won’t touch Eric, no matter what.”

With the door open, I ease myself out. “Has it been that long, Carys?”

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