Page 37 of Dublin Beast

My stomach drops, despair pressing down like a weight on my chest.

I’m on my own.

CHAPTERTEN

Bryan

The tires screech as I take the turn, the SUV skidding slightly before I correct. My fingers clench around the wheel, white-knuckled, the tension coiled so tight in my chest it feels like I might snap.

Harper was taken…

ByEddie fucking Mason.

I grit my teeth, rage boiling just beneath my skin.

When the waitress from the pub called, looking for me, telling me Jamie Rowangrabbed her, I was pissed.

When Logan shrugged and said there wasnothing to be done about it?

I lost my goddamn mind.

Like fuck I was going to stand by while Harper was carted off by those lowlife bastards. I minded my business. They crossed the line and interfered inmybusiness.

The problem was, I didn’t know how tofindher.

Until Kieran said,that won’t be a problem.

Because he tagged her jacket.

I damn near clocked him for going behind my back, but right now, all that matters is that it worked.

And it led ushere.

The gated mansion in front of us is lit up like a red-carpet event, spotlights sweeping over sleek black cars lined in the driveway, tuxedoed men stepping through the grand entrance as if they belong to some exclusive club. That’s fine.

It’s not the first time I’ve crashed a party uninvited.

I pull the SUV up to the gatehouse, keeping my expression blank as the guard steps out. He’s got an earpiece, a semi-automatic slung casually over his shoulder like he’s the last line of defense to something important.

Not fucking likely.

The second he leans down toward my window, I raise my gun and put a bullet through his skull.

His head snaps back, his sprawled body collapsing in a heap. I’m already out of the truck, dragging him behind the brick shelter before he can bleed out in full view of the front cameras.

Leaning into the gatehouse, I slap the gate release button and the heavy wrought-iron gates creak open.

Jumping back into the truck, I slam my foot down on the gas and gun it up the laneway.

The odds of getting out of here in the same vehicle are slim, but I’m an optimist, so I back into a spot just shy of the circle drive, far enough from the entrance to stay in the shadows.

Kieran and I move fast, slipping along the side of the house where the real security lurks.

Two guards stand near a side entrance, their focus on their smokes and the main event.

They don’t even hear us coming.

Kieran moves first, slipping up behind the taller one, his blade piercing the man’s neck. I take the second, pressing the silencer to the base of his skull and pulling the trigger.

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