Page 69 of Dublin Charmer

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“Stay put. I need to make a call.” I hang up and dial Sean.

He answers on the first ring.

“Do we have a location for that guard? Ansler?”

“Aye, we do. He fucked around on some errands on the way to work but eventually pulled up to a warehouse near the docks. I was just about to text you the address. Tag mentioned you’re out in the field and would want to know ASAP.”

“Aye, I do.” My mind races. If Nyx was telling the truth about her brother being held there, and if I can get to him first... “Text me the address. I need to check it out.”

“Finn, what’s happening?”

“Nyx is gone. She left with Donal Reese. Either she played me or Gravely’s got her. Either way, I need to know if her brother is really there.”

Sean’s silent for a moment. “Do you think this is a trap?”

“Maybe. But if her brotheristhere, I promised we would get him out. And if we get him out...”

“She’ll have no reason to work with and protect Gravely anymore,” Sean finishes my thought.

“Exactly.”

“I’ll send backup?—”

“No,” I cut him off. “If it’s a trap, I’m not risking anyone else. Just send the address.”

“Not going to happen, little brother. Trap or not, we go in with the full force of a Quinn attack. I’ll assemble the boys, and we’ll meet you there.”

“I can handle this, Sean. Really.”

“No, you fucking can’t. Finny, me sending reinforcements has nothing to do with me not thinking you’ve got the stones for this. An attack like this, in the territory of a volatile enemy, isn’t a four-man incursion. That’s just not the way this is going down.”

I let that sink in. “Fine. I hear you. And it’s really not four men. It’s three plus Petey.”

Sean snorts. “Even more reason why you need help. Now, hang back until it’s all arranged. If Nyx’s brother is in that warehouse, we’ll get him. I promise you, brother.”

I hang up and sit back, watching the windshield wipers fighting a losing battle against the sleet. My heart pounds with equal parts anger and fear. Was I just another mark to her? Another man thinking with his cock instead of his brain?

Or is she in trouble, facing Gravely alone because I let her walk into that diner?

Either way, I need answers.

And I’ll find at least some of them at that warehouse.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Nyx

The SUV pulls to a stop, and Donal yanks the blackout bag off my head, pulling a patch of my hair with it. I blink while my eyes adjust and stare up at the massive warehouse directly in front of us.

Rain pelts the vehicle as we sit idling. After a moment, the tall double doors split down the middle and the driver pulls the vehicle right into the main bay of the warehouse.

“Out,” Donal orders, his scarred face impassive.

I scan the vast interior of the warehouse, its walls and shelving racks looming overhead like a steel mountain rising on three sides. Men in dark jackets hustle around, unloading trucks despite the weather. Skids of unmarked boxes are hoisted up by forklifts and moved from one end to another with practiced efficiency.

My heart skips. Could this be where they’re keeping Gio? It’s hard to tell with only the one viewpoint I’ve ever seen, but his cage is definitely housed in a sectioned off part of a warehouse.

Donal’s grip on my arm tightens as I slow my pace, trying to look around. “Keep moving.”