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"They took him."

Took Jack?My world came down faster than it ever had. Everything went dark and it wasn't until Finn snapped his fingers in front of my face that I realized I'd completely tuned out. I blinked a few times as they came into focus. Finnian and Ronan were arguing back and forth. I knew Finn was trying to get all the information he could from Cian, and I should be listening, but my head felt too heavy. I needed Jack here, but he was gone. Remembering that fact only made the pressure worse. How could we have lost him?

Everything suddenly went quiet and the fog plaguing my head lifted. "The tracker," I shouted.

Both of them stopped talking and stared at me.

"What?" Finn asked.

"I picked up a tracker for Jack a while ago. He has it on."

Cian's eyes widened and he turned on his heels and ran to the house. "Hurry up! What’s the fucking code to it?”

I jogged in after him and relayed the information to access Jack's tracker. I could picture it clearly, he had it on when we left. The likely chances of them knowing it was a tracker and not some bracelet were slim. I held my breath as Cian's fingers flew over the keyboard. What felt like an eternity was more than likely a few minutes before a blinking dot appeared on the map.

"Found him," Cian said.

I squinted at the map and my heartbeat pounded in my ears as I stared at where Jack was.

"Let's go, it's going to take us at least thirty minutes," Finn said.

I snapped out of my trance as Cian got up and pulled a huge case from under the bed.

"When did you get all of this stuff?"

Cian glanced after opening the case. He passed over a few unmarked guns and loaded magazines.

"I'm the one who restocks the hideaways of weapons." Cian slapped the clip in his before standing back up. "I'm going to kill every single one of them."

Finn nodded. "I'll reach out to Elio. We will owe him a favor, but at least we won't have to worry about clean up."

My stomach was knotted as I peeked at the dot again. It was still in the same place. "They haven't moved."

"Not yet," Cian said.

He grabbed the laptop off the makeshift desk. His movements were jerky. Cian didn't say it but I could tell he was beyond pissed that someone had not only gotten the drop on him but they'd taken Jack right from under him.

"How many were there?"

Cian cracked his neck as we raced toward the car. I slipped in the backseat as Finn got behind the wheel and Cian took the passenger seat.

"I told you already. Four jumped me, but I'm pretty sure there was more than that. Someone snatched Jack up so five plus the driver six."

"But there could be more," Finn said.

Anger rushed over me like little hot pokers stabbing into my flesh. It was better than the panic that made me move slowly.

"Who?" I asked.

Cian didn't need me to explain what I was asking. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror.

"Triad."

"You're certain?" Finn asked.

He nodded. "They were speaking Chinese. Something about getting the Irish to switch sides."

How dare they drag my sweet boy into this mess?Jack wasn't even a part of the mob yet and they decided to involve him all because Declan chose a side. They weren't going to win him over now. If there was one thing Declan didn't play about, it was his son.

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