Page 182 of Three Irish Kings
I’ve completed my mission; I found her. I can breathe easier.
The world tilts, and I crumble to my knees.
Chapter Forty-Seven
DARE
I jigglemy leg in the car. It’s been nearly half an hour since I started the loop of the feed.
They were supposed to be out in fifteen minutes.
I check my watch, and another five minutes have gone by.
What the fuck is happening in there? Did Cillian get hit on the way in? Does Cormac know about our plan? Know that we’re connected to Isla?
I know Reese entered the mansion’s gate a while back; I saw him speed in. He’s a fucking monster. I’m not sure even Cillian can take him down.
My breath starts to come shorter, my heart racing.
I’ve been so worried about Isla and the baby that I haven’t even thought about Cill and Liam. If anything happens to them...
“Fuck it." I push open the SUV door.
The cameras are still on loop, so I can’t look into the system to see what’s happening. But they won’t know I’m coming, at least.
Most everyone in the Irish mob uses silencers, so there’s been no sound. It’s honestly been eerily quiet.
I make it to the back fence in seconds, rushing to get to my friends and the love of my life.
I wish I’d thought to borrow one of their guns. Not that it would make a difference. I can’t hit the side of a barn.
I hate the things, but I’m well-versed in knife and hand-to-hand combat. If worse comes to worst, I might not make it.
I have to be sneaky. That’s the only way I can get through this.
If I can get through it at all.
I hop the fence, and dead bodies are littered all over the place.
Fuck.
As I approach the house, close to the side patio, one particular body calls to me.
No, it can’t be.
He’s huge, and his face is almost unrecognizable, but I sigh, my body sagging, when I realize this is Reese, Cormac’s second-in-command. And fucking hell, he must have been hit by a Mack truck. His face has been pureed.
I wrinkle my nose.
Good riddance.
Even though Reese is no big loss, all the dead bodies around remind me why I’m here.
And though I have never killed anyone to date, that I know of, of course, I shudder to think today might be the day.
But for Isla, I won’t hesitate.
Speaking of killing, where is Cill? And where is Isla?
