“He knows Wolf is on our side now,” I said. “She left with Riagan willingly…maybe that’s what she wanted.”
“I doubt it. She would have answered Shona’s calls if that were the case. Turns out he put Bran’s kid in an orphanage down near Cork so he’s just got her now.”
“That doesn’t make sense…he was saying it was about being a family.”
Viper shook his head. “From what Wolf said…he’ll try and convince some of his father’s followers or old acquaintances to help him. If Alasdair had debts, he would need to pay them. It’s how it works with Alasdair’s sick demented way of doing business.”
Fear shot through me. I knew what kind of acquaintances Alasdair kept, and how deep into the skin trade the Destructive Sons were.
“If Alasdair made a promise, the reason he was coming for Darby, her brother would keep that promise wouldn’t he?”
“What do you mean?” Fury asked.
“He was mixed up with the skin trade and Shona was going to be payment at one point which was why she left. If he was selling his daughter to someone involved in bad shit…and that debt needed to be paid…then who do you think foots that bill? Maybe the last surviving son of Alasdair.”
Viper and Fury shared a look. They saw it too. It was why he was so eager to get her back, why Keefe was killed because he would have stopped it.
“Get me the fuck out of here,” I said. “I need to get to her.”
“You said she left willingly…maybe Shona and Savage should go.”
“You’re not stopping me, brother,” I said through gritted teeth. “Nothing is going to stand in my way of getting her back.”
He looked at me, and I realised I’d revealed more than I said. I loved her. I don’t know when it had happened but I fucking loved her. Nothing was going to stop me from claiming what was mine and she was it. I would move heaven and hell just to save her.
And brother or not, if they stood in my way, I would rip their bloody limbs from their bodies. Nothing was going to stop me from getting my girl back.
Fury relented. He knew what it was like to have to save his woman. He wouldn’t stop me. We’d been through hell together, we’d been betrayed together, and now we would fight together. He wouldn’t let me down.
Viper knew it was no use stopping me so he moved out to get me out of this hellhole.
“How long have I been here?”
“Two days.”
“Two fucking days and you can’t find them?” I asked, pulling the needle out of my hand and turning the machines off. Nurses came running in before they backed away. I had that look in my eye and I knew it was just like my father had.
The look of determination and maybe a little evil.
If the only good thing in my life was gone, I’d be a lost cause and I knew it.
Darby was my salvation.
Viper nodded that I was good, and I grabbed my clothes from the chair, quickly pulling them on, ignoring the dizziness that settled over me.
My mind was on Darby and that was it.
I needed her back in my arms, safe and sound.
Darby
“What is this place?” I asked Riagan as he pushed me through the doors of what I could only assume was my next prison. It was a cement block, or so it appeared from the outside. Inside was a home that looked like it had come right out of a fashion magazine. The walls were all painted a dark gray, the kitchen looked state of the art and almost like no one had ever used it. That made me think of what Rebel could do in here with all the cooking appliances. A sob slowly made its way to the surface just thinking about him. The second we crossed into Belfast, I knew he wasn’t coming. He felt betrayed by me choosing to go with Riagan. I wish I could explain to him, I wish I could tell him I’d only done it for him.
That’s if he’d survived what I knew would have been one hell of a concussion.
Fear shot through me at the thought of him being dead and no one knowing I was with Riagan.
No, Darby, they had eyes on him. They would know.
