Page 73 of Dublin Charmer
Sean’s jaw tightens. “All right. Kieran, escort my brother and Gio to my SUV. Get them back to the compound so Doc Kelvin can check him out. I’ll catch a ride with Gallagher. The rest of you, search this place top to bottom. Anything valuable, we take. Anything else, we burn.”
“Wait,” Gio says, his voice strained. “There’s no way Emilia wouldn’t be here if she knew you were coming for me. If she’s not here, she’s in danger. Gravely’s been getting suspicious. He thinks she’s working against him.”
My blood runs cold. “Do you have any idea where he’d take her?”
“I don’t. They didn’t talk around me. Sorry, I have no idea.”
I hate this. I hate feeling so helpless when I know she’s out there with Gravely and needs a rescue. “All right, we’ll take you back to the compound and get you checked out. While we’re there, I’ll look on your sister’s laptop… no, she took that with her. Fucking hell. Well, we’ll think of something.”
I turn to Sean. “Let me know if you find anything that might help.”
“I will. In the meantime, let’s make sure Gravely knows we were here.” He raises his voice. “Gallagher! Bring the gasoline. When we’re done, I want this place visible from space.”
Before the men begin dousing the warehouse in fuel, I help Gio outside. The rain is being annoyingly persistent, the midday sun nowhere to be seen.
“We’ll find her,” I tell him, while also trying to convince myself. “If I have to search every fucking building south of the river… we’ll find her.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Nyx
Ipace Gravely’s warehouse office like a caged animal, fingers trailing over every surface, searching for anything I can use. To defend. To attack. To escape. The locked door isn’t budging, and the window is reinforced and is a no-go. Gravely made sure I wasn’t going anywhere until he has his moment.
Lucky me.
My mind races, replaying the bastard’s smug face when Donal dragged me in here. Did I really think I was so clever that he wouldn’t notice when my security coverage started leaving gaps of failure? How many times could I explain things not going his way?
He’s a freaking child. Of course he’d have a tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants.
The vast storage of the building beyond the glass wall is something to see. Based on the size of the space, this is the mega-warehouse he bought and had me add to the security network last week. He gave me the blueprints among the paperwork so Icould work out the locations to set up the cameras to eliminate any blind spots and points of vulnerability.
I gave him a Phase One plan to secure everything he stole from the McGuire warehouses the night of his territory takeover, but I haven’t finished my recommendation report. Mainly because it’s a massive project and also because I may have been busy having wild sex with one of his enemies.
Again… lucky me.
Regardless, having studied the plans, I know this warehouse is his crown jewel, the base where he’s consolidating power. He must have something in here to protect himself if danger comes knocking.
Knowing what a paranoid asshole he is, there’s no way he’d sit up here and not have an arsenal at his fingertips if needed. I just need to find it.
I stare out the window, listening to the muffled voices below, watching dozens of men moving crates through the cavernous space, organizing himself for a future he stole from a ruling family.
Maybe I’m jaded after watching what happened in Milan when the Rossi family was eliminated, but in my mind, if you didn’t build it, you’re just a low-life thief and poser.
Because the goods out there were stolen from the McGuire warehouses. Those were their weapons, drugs, and legacy of criminal intent. Yes, it’s probably everything Gravely needs to cement his position as Dublin’s new kingpin but is this what Mad Mattie McGuire wanted when he bequeathed his best friend to lead his sons to power?
To kill his wife and heirs? To erase the McGuires from the playing board?
I don’t think so.
A snippet of Gravely’s earlier phone conversation replays in my head:“If the storm is as bad as they’re predicting, it’ll giveus the cover we need. Aye, everyone you can round up. Let me know when it’s done.”
The implications hit me like a freight train and steal my breath.
“He’s going to attack the compound.” I turn to glare at the ice crusting over the glass on the outside of the window. “Using the ice storm for cover.”
My stomach twists into knots.The Quinns.
The brothers may not trust me because of my connection to Gravely, but they’ve been good to me. And the ladies: Laine, pregnant and vulnerable, Piper, who lost most of her family already, Harper and Nora who just got engaged to the twins and are looking forward to a life with the men they love…
