Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“We’re being ambushed. Get back inside. We need to call for help,” she says.
I rush to her to help her inside. A red dot appears against Blair’s forehead. In a single breath, I push her down, pull one of my guns, flip across her body, and fire at the coward aiming for her. I land on one knee and take out another two.
“Ya come on me property and expect to leave with ye lives? Drop the guns and back away,” Laoise says as she pumps her shotgun. “Try me. All I need is one shot and I’ll send ya to yer maker, I will.”
“And if she misses, I’ll pump a hole through ye,” Cass says as she comes from around the other side of the house with two shotguns.
I’m in awe, but I snap out of it. Laoise makes good on her promise as the asshole laughs at her. He flies back and hits the ground.
Swiftly, I put a bullet in the head of the other one who had been coming up behind me. More shots are fired from overhead. A glance up tells me it’s Callum.
He’s on the roof with his semi-auto rifle. As Cass and Laoise help Blair into the house, I help Callum clear the rest out. We’re lucky no one else is hurt.
I run inside to see how bad things are with Blair. Callum’s footfalls thunder through the house as he comes running. Laoise is holding some towels against Blair’s wound.
The babies are crying, so I run to get to them. I can still see Blair from where I stand as I lift my girls into my arms. Tears burn the backs of my eyes.
“It’s only a flesh wound. She was just grazed,” Callum says with relief in his voice. “I can patch her up. Ye should call Brooklyn.”
Logan
An eerie feeling settles in my stomach as both my and Cole’s phones ring at the same time. Seeing LaSalle’s name, I answer quickly. While it’s still early morning here, it’s in the middle of the night in New York. Something must be up.
“Hello.”
“We were hit. They came to the house.”
“Fuck, is everyone okay?”
He scoffs. “We’re all fine. Your cousins showed up to save our asses. Sammy knew they were coming and called in the cavalry. Misha, Uri, your cousins, we’re all here.”
“What?” Cole roars.
I look up from my call and see the dark cloud covering my brother’s face. He’s vibrating with rage. I know right away LaSalle wasn’t the only one targeted.
“Hold on, LaSalle, something is going on here too.”
“No, I’ve got this. Text me the address of where they came from. I’ll handle it,” Cole barks out tightly.
He won’t look at me, so I know he’s about to do something crazy. Ireland is his turf. He’s a grown man and doesn’t have to listen to me.
In fact, I know he won’t. However, I need to know what’s going on. If LaSalle was hit too, there’s no telling who could be next.
“Kill him. He should have come to me first,” he says darkly and ends the call.
“What’s going on? LaSalle says his home was hit. Do we have a situation I should know about?” I say as calmly as I can.
“Nah, we don’t have anything. They attacked my girls at the McGowans. I’ve got this,” he says and storms out.
I sigh. “Did ya hear that?”
“I did. I’ll gather everyone here and we’ll jump on the jet. I get the feeling you’re going to need backup. I have a little surprise for you when we arrive.”
“Aye, see ya when ya get here. Let’s pray he doesn’t get himself killed.”
I end the call and pinch the bridge of my nose. This was no coincidence. We’re looking at one problem. The attack on Tasha in New York, the wedding, now this, I promise it all stems from the same place.
Brooklyn
You want something done right, you do it yourself. The disrespect—going after what’s mine right under my nose—has to be answered right now.
“How are they?” I say to Graham as I drive to the address that was sent to me.
This never should have happened. One of my own men had information about this and didn’t come forward until after the hit. It might be time for a little reorganization in Ireland once again.
“They’re all fine. Gran is giddy because she got to pull her gun out. I think we can bury the oul lass a happy woman.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry I brought this to her door. I should have left more men.”
“Ach, ya couldn’t have known. From the footage, they were in good hands. Aunt Cass still moves like a spring chicken, and Gran held her own, she did.
“Blew him right down. Aye, blew him down right where he stood, she did. DJ is something else, I tell ya.”
“I’m here,” I say and hang up.