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Halen had the good grace to look a little worried as he put his gun in his holster. “Look, she offered to help us.”

“I’m getting really sick and tired of people telling me that,” I said through gritted teeth. “Friend or not, you tell me where she is or I’ll put a fucking bullet through yours and your brother’s head.”

“Down the corridor,” he pointed behind him. “Third door on the left.”

Halen moved out of the way and told his men to drop their guns. Percy came out of the corridor, trying to block my entry.

“Don’t go in there,” he warned me. “I’ll bring her out to you.”

I brought my gun up and shot beside Percy’s head. He barely ducked as the shot whizzed past his head and into the side of the panel of the corridor.

“Move or the next one goes between your eyes.”

He hesitated for a moment before he moved, and I headed down the corridor with Killian at my back while Jye and Conor stayed on the deck. My heart was in my chest, and my rage was forcing me forward. We got to the door and I pushed down on the metal lever and released the door, pushing it in.

I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t what I was looking at. The man I knew to be Ethan Darcy was scrambling to get back from a near naked Bridget as she was strung up with chains.

I didn’t allow him the time to speak as he tried to hold his hands up, I shot him directly through the eyes, watching his body fall back against the wall, dead. He slunk to the ground as I shot at the chains holding Bridget up. I ran to catch her as the chains released her and she looked up at me, her gaze wide-eyed and wet from tears. I shot at the other chain and released her from them as I grabbed her, yanked her jeans up to cover her ass and threw her over my shoulder, and headed out, back to the deck.

“Killian, get her on the boat,” I growled. My brother did as he was asked and helped her down onto the boat waiting for us. Conor and Jye waited, keeping their guns trained on the men protecting Halen and Percy.

Percy took control, stepping in front of his brother to protect him. I would have done the same thing, I could see he was only acting in the best interest of his family, which softened me a little. The sight of seeing my woman strung up like that and nearly naked with the man who had tortured me, well, that had broken something deep inside of me that I may never get back.

“I am only leaving this boat without taking any more men with me, because I know what you do for the world. I so much as hear your motherfucking name again, and I’ll come out here with a fucking army and blow your shit up, understand?”

Percy was slow to nod, but he did.

“Let’s go, boys,” I called out, not taking my eyes off Percy until I jumped down onto the boat and Killian drove us away from them and back toward land. Taking a shaking and whimpering Bridget into my arms, I swore right here and now, I would beat, maim and kill anyone who so much as dared to look at her again.

“What now?” I heard her ask as we neared the marina.

“Now,” I said, setting my sights on what we still had to do. “Now, we take back what’s ours and show them exactly why no one messes with the fucking O’Farrell’s.”

Chapter Eleven

Bridget

Myjointsachedlikenothing before as I moved about the bed, my mind going back to the way Lorcan had gently undressed me, put me in a spa bath and washed me. Washed all the evidence of Ethan’s grubby hands off me. I was lucky, he’d not had time to do anything to me before Lorcan had come storming in and rescuing me like I was a goddamn princess in a Disney movie.

Damn it had been a dream come true as he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of that room and off that boat like I was his, and only his.

I’d never wanted that before. I’d never wanted to be claimed, but with Lorcan, that man could claim me nine ways to fucking Sunday and I’d be his. I’d tattoo his goddamn name all over my body until not a piece of my skin was visible.

The feeling both exhilarated and scared me. I’d never felt so connected to someone before, ever, and here I was in this strong, burly, caveman’s life and every action he does makes me want him more, and yet, he’d rebuffed my advances last night. He’d just put me to bed and left.

I’d wanted him to cradle me in his arms, to make me forget the name Darcy or even better, Moriarty, to make me his in every fucking way possible.

But he had a war to win.

I got that.

Still, the rejection was brutal.

A phone began to dance on the side table and I looked over at it to see the name Teeghan pop up on the screen. I clicked the accept button and held it up, only to be surprised by a video call.

“Hey,” she said with a cheeky grin. “Girl, you look like death warmed up. Did you get a proper sleep?”

“I did,” I replied, rubbing my hand over my face. “But it was probably the first night I’d had a good night’s sleep in a while.”

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