Page 87 of The Chief
Hauling ass, we ran to the car. I got into the rear with Orla, while Mila jumped into the driver’s seat and gunned the engine.
She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel as she looked in the side mirror. “Come on, come on, where is he?”
Turning in my seat, I watched and waited for Keir to reappear, my heart thundering in my chest. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until he appeared at the head of the drive, running with the RPG on his shoulder.
Mila leaned over the passenger seat and opened the door. “Get in!” she shouted.
After offloading the RPG into the back, Keir slid into the seat, slamming the door, and shouted, “Go!”
Mila shoved her foot on the accelerator. The rear wheels spun, spitting gravel and dirt until they finally gripped the road and shot the car forward.
“Where to?” Mila asked, navigating the roads easily.
“Galway,” Keir replied. “Back to fucking Galway.”
Chapter 27
Keir
By the time Mila pulled into the driveway of Oranmore, the sky was just beginning to lighten, with streaks of purple and pink painting the horizon. It seemed odd that something so beautiful could follow the darkness we’d faced. Peering over my shoulder, I found both the sisters asleep, curled up together.
With the adrenaline now drained from my body, my head throbbed and my hand felt numb, but at least the bleeding had stopped.
“Guess there’s no jerking off in your near future.”
I turned to Mila. “What?”
With her chin, she gestured to my broken hand, but kept her eyes on the driveway up to the Mac Tíre clan house. The dark hedges which tucked in tightly, allowing only two cars to pass, suddenly gave way to the open space of the circular drive.
“Park it in that space there,” I directed, letting out a hiss when I reached for the handle with my broken hand. I wanted to get inside and head off Finnan before he could tear into any of the women, particularly Molly.
“Stay there,” Mila chastised. “I’ll get the door.”
I watched as the mafia princess rounded the front of the Rover to open my door. With a sigh, I slid out of the seat, already ruing the downtime I’d have to take to heal from my injuries.
“Where the fuck have you been?” a booming voice demanded.
Peering around Mila’s shoulder, I saw Finnan stalking down the front steps.
Mila turned too, her eyes narrowing. “That’s your boss.”
“How did you know?”
Her gaze flickered to me before it returned to Finnan as he marched across the gravel. “He’s wearing the same expression my father wears when he’s about to ream someone.”
An unbidden laugh bubbled up my throat. “Yeah, that’s about right.”
The rear door opened, and Molly peered out. “Are we here?”
“Aye, Jynx, we’re here.”
She bobbed her head and ducked back inside the car, coming out with her sister in tow a moment later.
Finnan’s gaze bounced from me to Mila, then to Molly, before they finally landed on Orla. When they returned to my face, his lip curled in distaste. “Starting your own fucking harem, Keir?”
“I only want one woman,” I replied. Gesturing to each in turn, I introduced them. “Mila Vassilieva, daughter of Maksim Vassiliev, Pakhan of the Russian-American Bratva. And this is Molly’s sister, Orla.”
Finnan scrutinized them briefly. “Debrief. Now.”
