“You think you’re so tough?” Tyran said, he turned to search the room, and I slipped back behind the door. “Let’s see how you hold up against this.”
When I looked again, Tyran had a table leg raised over his head. I didn’t think; I never did when it was a clear case of right and wrong. I lifted my gun and put a bullet in the back of his head.
He dropped like a rock, hitting the ground with a loud thud. I quickly put two more in his chest and rushed to Cian, feeling for a pulse.
“Cian, come on, man, stay with me.”
I pulled out my phone and called an ambulance. This wasn’t the kind of shit you dealt with on your own. His arms and legs had been sliced open, and his stomach was bleeding uncontrollably. His face was bloody and swollen.
“Cian, it’s Dread. Hang on, man.”
I untied his wrists, and he fell into my arms. His body went stiff, and he looked up at me. “Maddie,” he rasped.
“What, Cian? What about Maddie?” Maddie was Caity’s daughter.
“T-tell the... Rus-Russian...”
“What, Cian? Tell the Russian what?” I smacked the side of his face trying to keep him from passing out.
“D-don’t... Maddie... hospital.”
“What? Cian, come on, man, stay with me. If you die, I’m gonna fuck your woman.” His eyes snapped open, and he glared at me. “What about Maddie, Cian?”
“Hospital... trap... mother.”
His eyes closed and his head lolled to the side. I felt for a pulse and found it just as the paramedics arrived.
“His pulse is weak, but it’s there.”
The police filed in after the EMTs, and I recognized one of the officers. I pulled Officer Murphy aside. “I have to go to the hospital with him,” I whispered. “I need to talk to O’Malley first.”
Murphy nodded and led me upstairs. Caity would be devastated if he didn’t make it. But, like the asshole I was, thethought crossed my mind that I’d be there to comfort her in her grief.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Caity
When I returned to the office, Cian wasn’t there. I sat behind my desk and stared into the common area between our offices, waiting for him to return.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” my brother yelled from his office. Rushing out of my office, I almost collided with Sal in the main area. His eyes were on me as he asked, “Is he okay?”
Oh God. My hand went to my mouth to hold back my cry. I knew he was talking about Cian. Something had happened.
“Alright, we’ll meet you there.” Sal moved to Duncan’s office and opened the door. I rolled my eyes as he and Freyja jumped apart like teenagers.
“What?” Sal asked, turning away from the couple. “What do you mean, it’s a trap?” Sal rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, yeah, we’re on our way.”
He tucked his phone into his pocket, and I said, “Just tell me.” I was already expecting the worst. The elevator pinged, and Mac strolled through the open doors.
Sal grabbed my biceps and looked me in the eye. “I don’t have all the information; all I know is that Cian was hurt and we need to get to the hospital.”
“I have to call Maddie,” I said, patting my pockets and looking for my phone.
“You can’t.”
“What? Why not?” I snapped. “That’s her father.”
“Listen, that was Dread on the phone. He’s the one who found him. He said Cian told him something about a trap, Maddie, the hospital, mother, and the Russian.”
