Page 16 of Dublin Beast

“Enough is enough, big man.” I fold my arms, my voice cutting. “Fuck off and stopfollowingme.”

He scowls, something dark flashing across his face. “I’m not following you.”

I arch a brow, giving him what I hope is a ball-shriveling glare.

He steps closer, voice dropping to a low, near-growl. “I’m not following. I’m not stalking. I’m not trying to help. I’m notanything.” He jerks his chin toward the entrance. “I’m simply going back to my fuckinghotel room.”

My mouth parts as realization slams into me like a physical blow.Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

He smirks, the anger still simmering in his emerald gaze. “See ye around, ponytail.”

I huff, whirl around, and shove the door open hard enough that it slams against the frame. The sound echoes through the lobby, drawing curious glances from the staff standing at the reception desk.

I don’t stop. I don’t look back.

My stride is clipped as I cross the marble floor to the elevators, my cells firing, my blood burning.

And Ihatethat I don’t know if it’s from anger, or something else entirely—something more complicated.

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Bryan

I fight to get up to my room and inside before I explode. Once the door latches behind me, I turn and brace myself with both hands on the frame. She called me a fucking Neanderthal and honestly, that’s how I feel.

I want to rip the fucking door off its hinges and throw it down the hall.

Instead, I tip my head back and let a scream tear from my throat. I’m sure, by the time I’m finished, several people have called down to the desk and another few have called the police.

Welcome to fucking Liverpool.

When I turn around to face the room, Kieran is staring over the back of his open laptop, his russet brows lost behind the fall of his hair. “I notice you’re not carrying anything. Is it safe to assume the coffee run didn’t go smoothly?”

I grunt, running a hand through my hair as I pace toward the window. The street below is still alive with morning traffic—cars, commuters, and a world that doesn’t give a damn about the disaster I just walked away from.

My knuckles are still tingling from the impact with Eddie Mason’s face, my blood still rushing hot through my veins. I need to get a hold on the beast raging within before I destroy this entire fucking room.

Which would actually feel really good right now.

Kieran sits back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “Where’s Logan?”

That’s the moment it hits me. Shit. I stormed off after that fight, after thatwoman, and never even checked if Logan was behind me.

Fuck.

I turn back to Kieran, about to answer when the door swings open again.

Logan steps inside, kicking the door shut behind him, his movements sharp and controlled—except for hisface.

That’s pure rage.

“Well done, you absolutetit,” he growls, throwing his keys onto the table with a loud clatter. “Do you haveanyidea how much of a shit storm you just stirred up?”

I exhale through my nose, turning to face him fully. “I assume you and Eddie Mason had a few words.”

“A few words?” Logan barks a laugh, shaking his head. “You might say that.”

“What the hell happened?” Kieran closes his laptop and gives us his full attention.

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