Page 43 of Dublin Devil
“It’s the right thing. No one has her six.”
Tag curses. “Fine. I’ll call the twins. Now stop squirming before you bleed out all over the back of my fucking truck.”
They wrangle me into the oversized hatch of the SUV and lay me down.
“I’ll do my best.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Piper
The twins and I have a rather uneventful lunch and are cleaning up the kitchen when Brendan’s phone rings. “Hey, Tag. What’s up, brother?”
He tosses the dishcloth on the counter and shifts to look out the kitchen window. “No, nothing. Why?”
There’s another long pause, and his easy smile morphs into a furious scowl. “How bad is he? Fuck. Okay, got it. We’re on our way.”
He hangs up the phone and meets Bryan’s gaze. “Start the car. We’re bugging out. Piper, grab what you need. We’re blown. McGuires are on the north side. Gravely’s coming.”
“What?!” My heart races as I grab my pills, the box of Minute Rice, and my purse off the counter.
Brendan flashes me the funniest expression ever. “Really? I tell you the walls are closing in and the rice is what you choose in an emergency? You’re an odd duck.”
There’s no time to respond because in the next instant, Bryan honks the horn of the car outside and Brendan escorts methrough the safe house, out the side door, and practically wraps his bulk around me like a fire blanket until we’re in the back seat.
“Go. Go. Go.”
Bryan hits the gas, and we pull out. He takes the turn onto the street so fast I’m flung to the side and drop the box of rice.
Brendan catches me, sits me back up, and reaches over my shoulder to strap me in.
“Did you just spill something in my car?” Bryan’s brows tighten in the rearview mirror.
“Nope. Nothing to see here,” Brendan lies.
There’s a mountain of white instant grain on the floorboard and a snowstorm of the stuff sticking into the black carpets.
Brendan makes a face and shakes his head. “Straight to the compound.”
“You asked how bad ‘he’ is. Who’s down?”
“Sean took a blade to the belly. They’re racing him to Kelvin’s clinic.”
“Fuck. It must be bad if they’re not going to deal with it back home.”
My heart was racing about Billy Gravely coming to get me, but it shudders and misses a beat at the mention of Sean being stabbed.”
“We need to go to the clinic. He’s hurt.”
Brendan shakes his head. “No. Tag was clear. You’re to be taken to the family compound. Sean wouldn’t agree to treatment until he promised we’d take you there.”
What?Sean’s been stabbed and, by the sound of it, seriously wounded and he’s fighting with his brother to get me to safety? My resolve to not fall for Sean Quinn is quickly fading to dust.
Remember to keep private things private.
Sean’s words echo in my mind, and I make a mental note to calm myself and keep my feelings more well-guarded. “Who stabbed him?”
“He didn’t say.” Brendan has his gun in his hand and is scanning the streets as houses and shops blur past.