Page 69 of Vow of Silence

She stood and squeezed my shoulder. “Thanks for coming for me. Everything has been different since I got back home. I haven’t felt comfortable enough to rest.”

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Several hours passed before I landed in Dublin. Keelan jumped out of the SUV, carrying an Uzi. Ben slid out of the other car, carrying several bags.

Smiling, I hugged them. “Did you get everything I asked for?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “We got everything you asked for and everything that Liam demanded we bring as well.”

Keelan winced. “I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up. He hasn’t been the same since both of you argued and you left abruptly. Would it kill you to call him?”

Yes.

I rolled my eyes. “I don't have time to deal with him right now. We have things to do.”

Turning, I looked at the closed bedroom. I smiled. “Don’t disturb us unless we’re about to die.”

Ben laughed. “The way you’re looking, I doubt it would matter if World War III happened while you’re in there with her.”

Earlier Anya looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet. She was exhausted. We would arrive later, and she would need sustenance so that her diabetes was in check. It was time that we talked and she wouldn’t like it.

I closed the door behind me.

She sat up in the bed. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing. We just made a pitstop in Ireland to pick up the men. I don’t like to fly super long distances, and we needed to talk.”

“Wow, I thought you were amazing at it. I smiled. Anya would complement me on something I hated to do.

I sat on the edge of the bed.

Taking out my phone, I held it in my hand. “I want you to confide in me. You don't have to hide the pain and you don't have to deal with it on your own.”

I took a deep breath. “I know that you were gang raped. There's no reason to be ashamed, embarrassed or feel like the issue is you. They raped you.”

She flinched as if she was slapped. Anya jumped to her feet. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

I pulled her to me. “Yes, you do.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I don't know why you took me from Boris. My father's going to kill me quicker now.”

“Felix won't get the opportunity to kill you. You're never going back to that house. We're in this together, which is why I killed that Vietnamese scumbag that raped you. I guess since you don't recall being raped you, you won’t want to see what happened to him.”

She appeared to have a million thoughts colliding in her brain at once which played out with each of her expressions.

“Give me that,” said Anya. She snatched my phone.

The photo of him dead was still on the screen.

“I thought this would make your little heart sing. Why did a beautiful smile cross her face while tears slid down her cheeks? I doubt that she was aware that she was crying. What was his name? She looked from me to the screen.

“Cian, what was his name?”

“That fucker’s name doesn't matter. He was Vietnamese scum.”

“Is that a dick in his mouth?”

I shrugged. “Any man who thinks he could shove his shaft in a woman without permission deserves to lose it.”

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