Page 59 of The Chief
“The fuck you say?”
“They were shot. And someone took Molly’s sister in the middle of the night.”
There was the sound of rustling bedclothes, and when Gael spoke again, he sounded more alert. “Where the fuck were you? Didn’t you hear anything?”
Where was I? I was balls deep in my woman, who had no trouble distracting me with her body. Shewasa fucking jynx, or maybe a curse. Bad shit happened whenever I fucked her.
“I didn’t hear anything.” I had been too wrapped up in pussy to notice a goddamned thing and that needled me.
“Any ideas who took her?”
“Have to assume it was the Fiach Clan.” But how the fuck would they know Orla was home alone tonight? Unless… “The fucking john.”
Gael interrupted my thoughts. “What?”
Yanking the body of the Dog fully into the back of the van, I shut the doors until the cleaners arrived. “Molly’s mam got a call from a regular customer for tonight.”
“Her mother is a whore?”
I grunted. “She left the house. What if it was a fucking set up to ensure Orla was alone?”
“You might be right,” Gael conceded. “Owen just arrived. I’ll let him know what’s happened. Cleaning crew is on their way, though.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, and hung up. Back inside the house, I found Molly pacing the length of the hallway between the front door and the kitchen. When she saw me, she raced to my side, stopping only a few feet away.
Wringing her hands together, she asked, “Did you find anything?”
“The two Dogs from the Sionnach Clan were killed. Probably before Orla was taken. It looked like they were caught by surprise.”
Her eyes dropped to the ground. “Why didn’t we hear anything?”
I shook my head. I didn’t have an answer, but had a suspicion. “Does your mam keep a key somewhere?”
She frowned. “A key?”
Stalking outside, I checked under the doormat and found the outline of a key stained into the concrete path. Slapping the mat back down, I let out a curse. The broken window was a fucking decoy. “They let themselves in and took her.”
Molly frowned, then looked at the door. Sure enough, the key was still in the lock, and the color drained from her face. “This was my fault.”
Irrational anger surged through me, but it wasn’t directed at her. Not this time. “How was it your fucking fault?” I snapped.“If anything, it’s mine. Coming here was supposed to protect your sister, not serve her up on a fucking platter.”
Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. “What are we going to do? The Fiach Clan have my baby sister.”
Pulling her into my arms, I held her to me and murmured, “We’re going to get her back, Jynx.”
“But how?”
That was the question. Barreling into Gannon Sweeney’s territory half-cocked wouldn’t get us anywhere, but my primitive brain was screaming for me to do something. If they had Orla, they would move her north through Dublin to County Louth. We didn’t have much time.
“Gather your things. We’re leaving.”
Inside, I slid my jacket over my naked torso. This wouldn’t fucking do. When Molly saw me, she realized it, too.
“There might be something left from my da in my mam’s wardrobe,” she offered.
The likelihood of whatever treasured item fitting me were slim to none, but it was the only option we had right now. I nodded, watching Molly white-knuckle the railing as she climbed the stairs, almost like she was afraid she’d topple over.
The clock in the hall ticked ominously.
