Page 67 of The Chief
Helping Molly from the floor, I shoved her out the door behind Mila. I knew that whatever had just happened between Seamus and me would come back to haunt me one day. Out in the hall, we ran back to the laundry cart and Mila jumped in. I pressed a kiss to Molly’s lips before I followed behind her, dragging the canvas over us.
“Wait,” Molly said, rushing away and returning with a bunch of white sheets. She dumped them over our heads, then replaced the canvas cover.
“What the fuck are you doing?” someone asked.
“What’s going on?” Molly asked, playing the role of innocent by-stander perfectly.
Whoever they were moved closer, and I peered through the gap in the canvas. I could see Molly standing there, her cheeks flushed. Then, a hand wrapped around her throat, and she was shoved against the wall.
A man with black hair pushed up in her face. “Where’s the girl? How did you get into this room?”
Molly tried to pry his fingers from her throat. “What … girl?”
The guy slammed his hand against the wall beside her head, making her flinch. “The girl in this room.”
“There was … no girl. Door … open … when … I got … here.”
The bastard bared his teeth, then shoved her away, disappearing from my view.
“Jynx?” I asked, needing to know she was okay.
Coughing, she rasped, “I’m okay. I’m okay.”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Mila added.
The cart moved. Once we were in the elevator, Molly murmured, “Why wasn’t that hallway swarming with people? Didn’t they hear the gunshot?”
“The rooms are soundproof,” Mila said. “Nobody knows what just went down in Seamus’s room other than us and Seamus.”
This was an absolute clusterfuck. “Let’s just get out of here, Jynx.”
The second the elevator doors opened, she shoved the cart out, struggling with the extra weight. When the smooth concrete floor shifted to uneven cobbles, I knew we’d made it outside again. The trip back to the van was slow, and every pause, every sound of a Fiach Clan member’s voice set my teeth on edge. As soon as the van doors shut, I threw back the canvas cover and stepped out of the laundry cart.
Mila scrambled after me, though the van lurched and threw her off-balance. Her hand shot out to the side. “Where are we?”
“In the back of a van we borrowed.”
She arched a brow. “Why do I thinkborrowedis a euphemism?”
Ignoring her comment, I went to the small window between the cab and the back, tapping quietly. Molly slid the glass open. “Back to the Rover. I’ll drive that and you follow me. We have to get rid of this thing.”
“Okay,” she replied calmly, sliding the glass back into place.
Pulling the phone from my pocket, I dialed Finnan.
“Where the fuck are you?” he answered.
“Fiach territory.” There was no need to lie. Seamus had been shot by the woman we’d pulled out of there so he would find out soon enough.
“What’s happening?”
I told him all about Molly’s sister being snatched in the middle of the night. The diversion for Molly’s mam. The Dogs shot in the back of their van. Everything.
“Was the sister at the Fiach compound?”
“No. But we found someone else, though.”
“Who?”
