One of the men stepped forward, probably to defend his boss, but she held her hand up and he stepped back without a word uttered. The power this woman held was impressive.
“You do not need to know these things. Hand her over. Is that not what you had intended anyway?”
Riagan hesitated, and for a moment, I thought he may pull back and give me protection from her. He would save me…be the brother I always wished for.
Instead, he handed me over to her.
I stood in front of her, visibly shaking, and unable to stop it.
“You are a pretty one,” she said, her accent thicker than before. She motioned to one of the men and he took my arm and pulled me over behind the woman. His fingers weren’t quite so hard on my skin as Riagan’s were but they were firm enough I knew I couldn’t run.
“The deal is done,” Riagan said. “We are squared away.”
“You would give your own sister up so easily?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“You said I had to.”
“No. I offered for you to pay off the debt yourself.”
“Darby was the deal,” Riagan said, his voice cracking. He was higher than the clouds in the sky right now.
“I said we needed a body. Her name was never mentioned. You chose to give her over to save yourself a lifetime of servitude. Family means nothing to you.”
“I can fix this…”
“No,” she said, firmly, raising her gun and aiming it at his face. “You can’t.”
Bang!
Riagan fell to the floor, his eyes wide and one bullet wound directly in the centre of his forehead. I screamed as I looked down at my fallen brother who had made no movement to avoid the bullet. The woman turned around and led us out, leaving without a word. The men held me in the air between them, flailing and screaming to get away. I expected to be thrown into the boot and taken somewhere to be disposed of. Instead, I was placed, carefully, in the back seat of a limousine. The woman sat opposite me, one lithe leg crossed over the other, as she looked at me.
“You are lucky…someone loves you a great deal to do this for you. It is not easy to outdo a debt such as the one your father made with my father.”
“Rebel?”
“I do not know this name. It was someone else who has handed over something for your return that I never thought he would, so you are lucky, young one. You will be taken to wherever you wish to go,” she said. “Name the place and I will have the driver take you. It goes without saying that you did not witness what happened in that house. Your brother’s body will never be found. You are understanding what I am saying, aren’t you?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
“Good. Now, where do you want to go?”
I thought about it for a moment, unsure of where to say. I so desperately wanted to go to Rebel, to run into his arms, to tell him I loved him, but something was stopping me. I needed to…I needed to find out more about him, to understand him. He didn’t believe in himself, he didn’t believe that he was worthy of love and I needed to know why. There was only one person I could get that information from. I told her where to take me and she nodded.
The car lurched forward. We sat in silence until we headed to our destination.
“Who are you?” I ventured.
“My name is Tasi Markov,” she told me. “And I do hope we’ll never see each other again.”
Rebel
I kicked the door in, storming past the splintered wood and into the room. The club bunny screamed and scrambled out from under Wolf. He sighed deeply and pulled a smoke from the side table before he lit up.
“Get the fuck out,” I said to the bunny who I hadn’t even bothered to learn the name of. Bunnies didn’t interest me anymore. She did as I told her, disappearing through the door of the room with a busted door, naked, and into the clubhouse. I turnedto Wolf now, angry that I’d had to find out from Fury about what went down in Belfast. “Speak.”
“There’s nothing to tell you, Rebel,” he said, inhaling deeply. “She wasn’t there. My contact handed her off where she asked to be dropped off. It wasn’t in Belfast, it wasn’t here, or Dublin. I don’t know what you possibly think I know.”
“Yourcontacthave a name?”
