Page 157 of Three Irish Kings
“Shite.” Dare sounds frustrated. “ItwasCormac. I hacked into the camera system–he’s clear as day.”
I lean forward, and for a moment, I think I’m going to throw up. “Cill. Pull over.”
Cillian doesn’t ask questions, just pulls over on the side of the interstate, and I manage to get the door open before whiskey flows out of me and onto the dirt.
Coughing and wiping my mouth, I shut the door. “All right, go. How close are we to home?”
“Ten minutes to town. Where to first, boss?”
I try to speak, but words won’t come out. I slam my fists against the back of Cillian’s seat over and over until Cillian grunts with the movement of the seat.
“Liam?” Dare looks at me, clearly concerned, and I let out a long, shaky breath.
“We’ll find her. Let’s go.”
Cillian pulls back onto the interstate and speeds off, but it’s too slow. We’ll never find her in time. And if Cormac has her....
She’s not safe. She’s not safe, and she could be pregnant with my baby. A baby that I want to raise, that I want to be there for. And I want to be there for Isla, too, despite my jealousy, despite the fact that she may have chosen my best friend.
I pull out my phone, ignoring the multiple work missed messages. Right now, all I can think about is Isla.
Getting to her. Seeing her. Making sure she’s okay. I don’t give a fuck if she’s chosen Cillian, or Dare, or none of us. I just want her in my life. Herandthe baby.
I call Ollie Porter, one of my right-hand men, first.
He answers on the first ring. “Boss? Where have you been?”
“Busy. I need a favor.”
“Anything."
“I need you to stake out Cormac Callahan's property.”
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
He goes silent on the other line for a moment. “That’ll take a lot of men. He owns a lot of the buildings in town. Warehouses, a couple of suburban homes for his mistresses, and then of course, there’s the mansion.”
I glance at Dare, and he nods. After all the time he, Cill, and I have worked together, we have a sort of telepathy.
“I’ll send you a list of every property he owns in the city.”
“I don’t even know if we have that many guys, boss, at least not ones that are available?—”
“Make them available.”
“Gonna cost a pretty penny.”
“Did I fucking stutter? Pay them whatever they ask. I’ll wire you the money.”
He clears his throat, clearly nervous now. “All right, boss. I’ll handle it.”
“Keep an eye out for a leggy brunette. She’ll be close to Cormac or Reese, his muscle.”
“What should I do if I see her?”
“Retrieve her. No matter the consequences.”
