Kieran nods. “There are only a handful of people who had details about the shipment. That narrows it down to your inner circle.”
I frown. “It’s not enough just to find the mole. Declan’s smart. He won’t tip his hand easily.”
Cormac looks between us. “Which means we need to tip ours.”
I nod. “We should fake intel and feed it to different people to see what leaks.”
Kieran smirks. “Nowthat’sa plan I can get behind.”
I glance up to meet his gaze. “You still think I can’t handle this?”
Before he can answer, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, and it’s a message from Stephen.
Everything is secure at the house. Ciara’s safe.
I exhale slowly as some of the pressure eases off my chest.
“Is she okay?” Kieran asks without me even having to read the message out loud.
“Yeah, she’s good.”
“She’s tougher than you give her credit for.”
I pocket my phone. “I know. But she’s also the one thing I can’t afford to lose.”
Brennan looks between us with cold determination on his face. “Then we keep her safe, and we burn whoever’s betraying us to the ground.”
I nod before rising to my feet. “I want names, and I want proof. And when we find out who’s leaking intel to Declan, I’ll put them in the ground myself.”
Cormac frowns. “What if it’s one of our own?”
I ball my hands into fists. “I’ll make them wish they were never born.”
Kieran gets to his feet as well. “I’ll start digging.”
“I’ll go through communication logs to see who made contact with whom over the last two weeks,” Brennan adds.
I move to the window to stare out at the sleeping city below. The night feels eerily still, like the calm before the storm.
“Declan’s not done. Tonight was just the beginning.”
Kieran looks at me from the reflection. “We’ll be ready.”
“He’s trying to bait me. He’s pulling me into his game where the rules don’t exist.”
Brennan shrugs. “Then don’t play by his rules. Make your own.”
“We go on the offensive tomorrow.” I turn back around to face my brothers. “We need to start going after every ally Declanhas, making it clear that siding with him is the wrong fucking choice.”
My brothers nod in unison, and the energy in the room shifts.
From now on, there is no more reacting, and no more second-guessing.
We’re done waiting.
Tomorrow, we take back control of the game.
Chapter Twenty
