If anyone could break Finn, it’s Kieran.
Finn focuses his attention on me. “I’m no one’s pawn.”
“Sure about that? Because from the looks of it, you had Declan Walsh pulling your strings.”
Finn swallows hard but stays silent.
Kieran digs the knife deeper into Finn’s cheek until he breaks the skin.
Finn hisses through his teeth as blood starts to trickle down his face.
“Try again.”
An hour passes without Finn giving me anything other than a headache. Part of me is impressed by how hard it is to break him. I guess Lorcan trained him well. It’s just a shame he decided to use those skills against us.
My patience is starting to run out. “If he won’t talk, I guess he won’t be needing his tongue.”
Kieran wipes his bloody knife on the back of Finn’s shirt before stepping to his front.
His eyes widen. “Wait.”
Kieran’s eyes narrow as they focus on Finn. “You have five seconds before I take your tongue and your fucking throat.”
Sweat beads on Finn’s forehead. “That attack on the safe house… It wasn’t random.”
“A fucking pigeon could have told me that.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest. “It was for Ciara, wasn’t it?”
Finn shakes his head. “It was meant for Kieran.”
Kieran stiffens as his eyes flick to mine.
My voice turns ice-cold. “Only a handful of people knew Kieran would be there.”
He smirks. “That’s all it takes.”
Kieran grabs Finn by the hair and yanks his head back. “Who is targeting us?”
“I don’t know more, I swear.”
I don’t believe him, and neither does Kieran. But if what he says is true about Kieran being the target in the safe house attack, then we need to get on damage control,fast.
Finn will just have to wait.
“Kieran, let’s go.”
Kieran looks like he wants to do nothing more than slit Finn’s throat, but he thankfully lets go of Finn’s hair and steps away.
Finn’s head falls forward, and his shoulders rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath.
“We’re not done here.” I slam the door to his cell shut behind us.
The sound echoes through the warehouse like a death knell, but not for him. At least, not yet.
I scrub a hand down my face as I walk back down the corridor toward the exit, the sound of my boots echoing against the concrete floor.
Kieran stalks along beside me, and I can tell by the way his jaw ticks that he’s fighting the urge to disobey my orders and go back in there to finish what he started. And fuck, I wouldn’t blame him.
