“There were men here at the castle today while we were out training. There were so many of them. I think they were here to kill me,” she begins to ramble.
“After what ya told me that day about not coming here, ya were the first person I thought to call. I shouldn’t have. I need to get out of here. If they were after me, then I need to go so no one else gets hurt.”
“DJ, baby, slow down. Men were there to do what? What happened to them?”
“I took them out. I mean, Blair, Callum, and I took care of most of them before help could come. There were so many of them. If I had been home with Gran … I don’t know what I would have done. She could have been hurt.”
“Fuck,” I roar.
The guys come running to see what’s going on. I wave them off as I rush out to my car. I need to get to Raven. If this is Oland, like I think it is, I need to make sure my brother’s girl is safe.
“DJ, can ya get somewhere safe until I come for ya?”
“I don’t know where to go.”
“Go to Castle Black. Stay there until I come for ya. Oland is a lot of things, but he’s never been crazy enough to step foot on Black ground.
“I’ll call Uncle Finlay and tell him yer on the way. I love ya. I’m coming, baby. I promise.”
“Okay, be safe, Cole. Don’t do anything crazy.”
I snort. “That I can’t promise.”
I hang up and peel out of the lot. I need to get to Long Island, but first I need to pick up some backup. I can only count on family for this.
I get the feeling I should have made this trip weeks ago. There were so many reasons to stay away from Raven. However, now my gut is telling me I need to at least lay eyes on her.
“Fuck,” I roar.
CHAPTER 20
Pay in Blood
Brooklyn
“I’m goingto make this right, Logan,” I whisper to the brisk morning air.
My brother has a newborn daughter. Her mother has been killed. However, above all of that is the fact that my so-called grandfather sent a fucking army after my woman.
I had already left the hospital after getting the baby checked out when Ken McDougal called to tell me he wanted me to come for DJ. They don’t believe she’s safe there anymore.
Why isn’t she safe? Oland “Deadman Walking” O’Brien. As long as he’s breathing, he’s a problem for me. Little did her uncle know, I had already been on my way to my flight to Scotland.
Once he told me that Oland sent over forty men after DJ, I made a course correction. Ireland is where I’m needed. Nothing is going to happen to DJ while she’s with my uncle.
However, Oland needs to see me now. I told that bastard no and he’s been fucking with me since. First, he had my best friendin America shot, placing him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, then he made sure Deja was taken away from me, and now this.
Oland must die. If he could send those bastards after a woman and a child, he can answer for his crimes. I won’t bother to ask for forgiveness for this. I have no remorse for what I’m about to do.
I’m not asking for permission. I’m not waiting for anyone to tell me it’s okay. This motherfucker dies today.
For all the time Deja and I have lost, for my best friend’s ability to walk, for my brother’s girl, for my niece and the life she almost lost. This morning, I’m the grim reaper and that bastard is at the top of my list. I’ve come here alone.
The fury running through me wouldn’t allow me to call for help. Dylan and the others are with my wee niece, who needs them. My friends never should have been dragged into the middle of this, so here I stand in Dublin, at two a.m. in the morning, across from the gates of the O’Brien manor.
A one-man killing machine, here to collect in blood. My mind keeps going to Raven taking her last breath in my arms. How am I to tell my brother any of this?
“Time’s up, ya oul bastard,” I mutter before I pull the two pistols with the automatic switches, suppressors, and hundred-round drums.
