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I grabbed my coat from the back of the chair, the leather cool against my palm as I slid it on. Kiera stood by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her eyes filled with worry as they followed my every move.

“I need you to stay here,” I said, my voice low but firm.

Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but the look in my eyes must have stopped her. Instead, she nodded reluctantly, her fingers tightening against her arms.

“I’ll be back,” I added, stepping toward her. I reached out, needing to touch her, letting my hand linger against her cheek for just a moment. “You’re safe here. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

She nodded again, her voice barely a whisper. “Be careful, Ronan.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I turned on my heel and strode toward the door, forcing myself not to look back as I left her standing there, alone but safe.

I made my way down the elevator and out of my building. I stormed into the cool night air, my phone clutched tightly in my fist as my mind raced. Finn was gone, Leena was missing, and the only thing that kept me from losing control was the need to act.

I dialed Seamus first, the call connecting after a single ring.

“Boss?” Seamus’s voice was calm, steady, just what I needed right now.

“Get everyone to O’Malley’s,” I commanded. “Now.”

There was a pause, but no hesitation. “Understood. I’ll spread the word.”

I hung up without another word, dialing Declan next. He answered even faster.

“Ronan?” Declan sounded distracted, the faint clatter of a keyboard in the background.

“Drop whatever you’re doing and get to O’Malley’s,” I ordered. “We’ve got a situation. I need everything you’ve got on Marco Benedetti—every movement, every contact, every whispered rumor, fucking everything.”

“Got it,” Declan said, his tone instantly focused. “I’ll be there.”

I ended the call and slid into the driver’s seat of my car, the engine roaring to life as I pulled onto the street and drove.

By the time I arrived at O’Malley’s, most of the men were already there, their faces grim as they filed into the back room. I enteredlast, shutting the door behind me and taking my place at the head of the table.

The room was tense, the air thick with unspoken questions. Seamus stood to my left, his arms crossed, while Declan sat at the far end, his laptop open in front of him, fingers flying across the keys. Finn’s seat was empty.

“Finn’s dead,” I said bluntly, cutting through the silence. A ripple of shock ran through the room, but no one spoke. “Leena’s been taken. Bradan barely made it out alive.”

Seamus’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening.

“Who would dare?” he asked.

“We don’t know yet,” I admitted, my voice cold. “But we’re going to find out. Declan, what do you have on Marco?”

Declan looked up from his screen, his face pale, but focused. “So far, nothing unusual. He’s sticking to his usual routine—meetings with his father’s lieutenants, dropping by his clubs, checking in at Benedetti HQ. Nothing that screams ‘I just kidnapped someone’ or anything like that.”

“Could he be covering his tracks?” Seamus asked, his tone skeptical.

“Possibly,” Declan said, shrugging slightly. “But if he is, he’s doing a damn good job of it. There’s no chatter, no changes in his schedule, nothing that raises any red flags.”

I leaned forward, my hands braced on the table. “And what about his men? Any movements outside the ordinary?”

Declan hesitated, glancing back at his screen. “Not yet. I’ve got eyes on the main players—his enforcers, his drivers, even hislow-level runners. If they’ve made a move, they’re keeping it quiet.”

“Or they’re using someone else,” Seamus muttered, his arms tightening across his chest. “Someone we’re not watching.”

“That’s not out of the question,” Declan admitted. “But if they are, it’s not coming from Marco’s usual network.”

I sat back, my mind racing. If it wasn’t Marco, then who? But if it was Marco, he was playing this smarter than I’d given him credit for.

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