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Bradan nodded, his expression grim. “On it, boss.”

Finn grinned faintly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry, boss. I’ll have her back here before she even knows what’s happening.”

“Make sure of it,” I said darkly, looking between him and Bradan. “I want her here, safe and untouched by whatever this mess is. If anyone so much as looks at her sideways, you deal with it.”

Finn gave me a lazy salute. “You’ve got it. We’ll be back in no time.”

Without another word, Finn and Bradan left the room, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. I stayed rooted to the spot, my jaw tight, my thoughts racing. I didn’t doubt Finn or Bradan could handle it—they were good at what they did—but the gnawing unease in my chest wouldn’t leave.

Leena wasn’t just my sister; she was one of the only people in my life who still saw me as more than a name or a reputation. If something happened to her…

No. I shoved the thought away. Nothing was going to happen to her. Not if I had anything to say about it.

Seamus, still lingering by the door, cleared his throat. “They’ll get her back, boss. Finn and Bradan won’t let anything happen to her.”

“They’d better not,” I said quietly, my voice dark enough to send a shiver through the room.

Because if anyone touched my sister,they wouldn’t live long enough to regret it.

I would make damn sure of it.

CHAPTER 22

Kiera

The silence after Ronan stormed out was almost deafening. I sat at the kitchen island, my fingers wrapped around the mug of now-cold coffee, my mind a whirlwind of questions and doubts.

I bit my lip, staring at the spot where he’d stood just moments ago, his eyes stormy and his voice cold as steel.

“You think I’m that stupid?”he’d said.

And the way he’d said it—the raw edge to his voice, like the very idea offended him—had me second-guessing everything.

What if I was wrong?

What if Ronan really hadn’t done it? I’d accused him so quickly, assuming that he was the only one ruthless enough to take down Lorenzo Benedetti, but Ronan wasn’t reckless. For all the power and danger that he carried, there was a calculation to every movehe made. And blowing up Lorenzo’s house in broad daylight? That wasn’t like him, and I knew that.

The truth was I didn’t know this world—not really. I didn’t understand its rules, its players, or the consequences of moves I couldn’t even see.

But Iwantedto.

God help me, I wanted to. I was stuck between wanting to run as far as possible from all of this, and proving that I could stand at Ronan’s side.

That I was strong enough. Worthy enough.

Ronan was like no one I’d ever known—dangerous and unrelenting, but fiercely loyal and protective in a way that made my chest ache. He didn’t just let me into his world; he pulled me in, piece by piece, until I couldn’t imagine standing anywhere else.

And I didn’t want to leave.

Not anymore.

I hated admitting it, but I was falling for him—more and more with every passing minute, every look, every brush of his hand against mine. There was something about the way he saw me, the way he looked past my walls and into the parts of me I kept hidden, that made it impossible to pull away. He made me feel alive in a way I never had before, like I was stepping into the light after years of hiding in the shadows.

It wasn’t just about the thrill, though that was part of it. It was the way he made me feel like I belonged—like I could be part of something bigger, something stronger, something worth fighting for. I wanted to prove to him, to myself, that I couldhandle this world. That I wasn’t just some outsider clinging to the edges, but someone who deserved to stand beside him.

Because leaving wasn’t an option anymore.

I didn’t want out. I wanted him.

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