Bear
Killian sat alongside me on one of Ace’s spare bikes as we waited for the plane to get in. The private airfield was quiet, and not at all what I was expecting when we got word Matteo had chartered a flight here.
I looked down at the time on my watch and saw it was almost time for it to land.
“Here she comes,” Killian said, looking up at the sky. Sure enough, the chartered flight was on its descent. I checked my gun in my waistband and waited.
This would be over and we’d be able to go back to fighting for Neal Foley to be put away for good. He was the reason we were down two men and would be for five fucking years.
Orla would be free.
That hurt more than I thought it would, but she’d be out of danger, and I was more than okay with that.
The plane landed and taxied on the runway, coming to a stop right by us. I got off the bike at the same time as Killian as we stood close by to wait for the doors to open. Slowly, one by one, the crew got off the plane and the cargo was unloaded and then…nothing.
“He’s not here.”
“Who told you he was coming?” I asked Killian.
“Bastian.”
“He’s his brother,” I replied, anger coming off me in waves. “Of course he’d lie.”
“No, you don’t know Bastian like I do. He and his sister aren’t full siblings of Saverio or Matteo. He was never treated right by them, he honestly wants his brother gone. If he’s not here on this plane, then he knew Bastian would betray him.”
“He’s in danger,” I said. “Get one of your brothers to warn him.”
Killian nodded, and headed back to his bike. “Bear, if he’s not on this one, he probably flew commercial, which means he’s already here.”
Fuck.
I got on my bike and took off, leaving Killian at the airfield, speeding my way down the road toward my house.
SIX
Orla
Iput the box down in the drawer as fast as I could and grabbed his gun. If it was Bear, he would have called out to me. Panic rose in my chest as I waited to hear someone call out or make a noise.
Something.
Moving down the hall, I heard someone in the kitchen.
Oh god.
Slowly, I moved that way, to corner whoever it was with the gun and get them to leave. Taking a few deep breaths, I raised the gun and turned the corner to the kitchen and aimed right at a familiarface.
Her face was frozen in fear for a brief moment before she looked at me, and I knew instantly I’d made a mistake. It had been years since I saw her last, but she was unmistakable.
I was facing off, gun trained on, Bear’s mother, Louise.
“Care to put the gun down, dear?” she asked, her annoyance registering on her face. She’d never liked me, she’d always looked down on me since I was a teenager and even over the last couple of decades living here in town, anytime she saw me, she swiftly moved away from me like I had a disease.
I lowered the gun, only just realising it was still aimed at her.
“Alex didn’t tell me anyone was coming,” I said, keeping the gun at my side.
“He didn’t tell me he’d holed you up in here either, dear,” she said.
