“That’s… surprising. I thought you were friends.”
“He lost that privilege the second he decided to betray my family.” My eyes flick to Finn, who still refuses to look me in the eye.
Coward.
Declan lets out a hearty laugh that echoes across the empty yard. “You always were dramatic.”
He peels back his jacket, flashing the glint of a gun tucked beneath.
Finn mirrors the motion, lifting his own gun until it’s aimed directly at my chest.
I shift my gaze to him, and this time he finally meets it.
“So, this was the plan all along, huh? Infiltrate the family, earn our trust, then run off to suck Declan Walsh’s cock?”
Finn’s eyes harden as he glares at me. “I don’t owe you anything.”
“No. But you owed my father, and you owed my uncle for keeping your sorry ass alive when you were nothing but a liability.”
His grip on the gun tightens. “You want a reason? Here’s one. I got sick of taking orders from a bloodline built on lies.”
“Careful. You’re not going to like how this ends.”
Declan chuckles again. “You think you’re in control here, Sullivan?”
“I’m always the one in control.”
The crack of Brennan’s gun slices through the silence like a whip.
Declan jerks as the bullet hits his shoulder, spinning him sideways. He roars in pain as he fumbles for his gun, but Brennan is quicker, landing a second shot in his kneecap, shattering it with a sickening crunch.
Declan hits the ground, his face contorted as he clutches his mangled leg.
Finn spins toward the gunfire, momentarily distracted by Brennan’s sudden appearance, leaving him wide open.
Perfect.
I surge forward and drive my boot straight into his groin.
He doubles over with a grunt, his gun falling from his hand.
I snatch it midair and shove him to the ground, pressing a knee into his back.
He struggles to squirm free. “Fuck you.”
“Still just as weak as I remember.” I pocket his gun and reach for his wrists, pulling them backward.
I’m tempted to dislocate both of his shoulders, but before I get the chance, Brennan is at my side, pulling two zip ties out of his pocket.
He moves to restrain Finn. “I’ve got him. You take care of Declan.”
“You did a pretty good job of that already, little brother.” I slap him on the shoulder.
Brennan grins, and pride surges through me.
I turn to Declan, who’s writhing on the gravel like a wounded animal, clutching his shattered leg as he groans. I walk over, slow and deliberate, enjoying every groan as he tries to crawl away.
I crouch beside him. “Going somewhere?”
