“Did you hand Riley over to Sean?”
Oscar’s eyes widen with a mixture of panic and confusion. “What?”
“Don’t pretend like you weren’t a part of this. I knew there was a reason you were so desperate to get back in Riley’s life. I tried to warn her, but she wanted to see the good in you. And it might have just cost her her life.”
“Kieran.” Ronan places a hand on my shoulder, but I shrug him off.
“I’m going to kill you.” I pull my gun out of my pocket and click off the safety.
“Can you at least explain to me what is going on before you put a bullet in my head?” Oscar holds up his hands as he glances at Ronan. “Because your brother is acting batshit crazy.”
“Kieran—” Ronan starts, but I ignore him.
“Sean took Riley because of you.”
“You think I did this? You think I’m in on this? Are you serious?”
“You’re the one who tried to force Riley into marrying that piece of shit.”
“I didn’t think we had any other option!”
“Using your sister as a pawn like that, it’s unforgivable.”
“Riley doesn’t seem to think so.”
“That’s because Riley is a hell of a lot nicer than I am. If I had my way, I would have taken you out in the middle of that bistro like I planned.”
“Oh, you mean when I had to cover for her so she could go for her scan because she was too terrified to tell you she was pregnant?”
Part of me wants to be rational for Riley’s sake because this is her brother, and to talk this through over a drink.
But I’m not rational. Not when the mother of my child is missing. The woman I love.
So instead, I swing my fist into his jaw.
Oscar’s head snaps to the side as blood starts dripping down his chin from his split lip.
I don’t give him a chance to recover before I land another blow to his stomach that has him doubling over and grunting.
I’m about to send a knee right into his groin when Ronan grabs me around the waist and hauls me back.
“Enough! We don’t have time for this.”
“Ronan.” I struggle against his hold.
“Wait!”
I glance over my shoulder to see Brennan jogging across the gravel toward us, holding up his phone. “Lorcan got a hit.”
“What?” I force myself out of Ronan’s hold and snatch Brennan’s phone out of his hand. “What am I looking at?”
“He thinks it could be the location where Riley is being held.”
That’s all I need.
“Grab some guys and follow behind us,” I order Brennan.
He nods before stepping back to talk into his radio.
