Nothing ever was.
Rebel joined us, pocketing his phone. “Lorcan told us that we have explicit permission and he told us who we can trust down there. He’s calling him for us.”
“Good,” Alex said. “Let’s go.”
We got back on our bikes and headed down to Cork, flying past the cars and everyone else going about their business.
Hold on, baby, I’m comin’.
SEVEN
Shae
Flynn was pacing the room, looking down at me every now and then, but he didn’t speak. He was anxious about something. Had the boys found out where he was holding me?
Ha!
He was going to get so fucked up, and I was going to enjoy watching it. He hadn’t tried to touch me, hadn’t tried to hurt me other than a few kicks to my stomach from time to time when I wouldn’t give him information.
This was purely to get back at Dempsey, not at the club. I knew that, I could see it in the way he wouldask me about him but I wasn’t giving this fucker a damn thing.
“Soon, gorgeous,” he said, smoothing my braid away from the side of my face. “You’ll be released soon, and you can go on to find yourself a better man.”
“I don’t need a better man,” I spat back at him viciously.
“Well, he won’t be around much longer,” Flynn said softly, almost like he was caressing me with his kindness. I looked at him with as much venom as I could muster, drawing back and spitting in his face. Flynn’s hand fell from my face and he wiped the saliva from his face. “Charming.”
“He’s going to fucking kill you,” I said, my voice deeper than I imagined it would be. “And I’m going to be the one who drives the final blow into your chest. You’ll never see those little kids again.”
He stood over me, his boot connecting with my ribs and I felt the sharpness from it, falling to my side, unable to pick myself back up as I let the pain rip around my chest. Breathing hurt. I knew he’d cracked a rib and maybe even punctured a lung, but I didn’t care. I would get through this.
A commotion outside the room had Flynn running to lock the door, his gun pulled from his holster. Myeyes flew to the door, wondering if Flynn would shoot Dempsey before he had a chance to get to me.
I tried to move my hands from my bindings, feeling the wetness pooling around my wrists. I’d broken my skin.
Fuck.
“Fuckface!” I called out to him, to distract him. He didn’t budge, but I could see he was scared. “I said fuckface!”
“Shut up!” he screamed back at me but he didn’t turn.
“I’m going to fuck up your woman when I see her,” I said with a maniacal laugh. Not because I wanted to or was going to, but because the pain in my wrists doubled with the pain in my chest and made it hard to see straight. I was laughing to trick my body into thinking it wasn’t about to fall to pieces. “She’s as good as dead.”
Flynn’s hand was shaking as he tried to block me out but it was no use, I was getting to him. I could see it.
“Scared little boy, aren’t you?” I laughed again. He dropped his gun to his side and looked over at me, his fear disappearing for a second. I didn’t have time to figure out his motives before he was crossing the distance between us and hauling me to my feet. My chest burned from lack of oxygen as he stretched out my body.
“You’re a mouthy little bitch, aren't you?” he said through gritted teeth. I stomped my foot down as hardas I could onto his toes. He yelped in pain as he hobbled back, his hand going for his gun, but he hadn’t heard the door being opened behind him as he squared off with me. Dempsey’s telltale black hair moved from behind him, his arms coming up from behind to wrap around Flynn’s neck in a sleeper hold. Flynn battled to get away, his hands flying up to his neck to alleviate the pressure as Dempsey pulled him back. I slumped against the wall, watching as Dempsey let him go just as Flynn fell to his knees. Before he could reach for his gun, Dempsey unloaded a few stabs into his sides with his knife. Flynn fell back, realising it was too late. His hands weren’t working. Dempsey looked back at me, but everything was going dark around me.
He grabbed the gun from Flynn and ran over to me, checking me over, his hands on my cheeks, moving my hair out of my face, those molten eyes looking into mine.
“Shae.”
“Hands,” I croaked out.
He grabbed his bloody knife and cut the restraints from behind me, bringing my hands into his. He looked down at the bloody mess that was my wrists and swore.
“We gotta get you out of here,” he said.
