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“Good plan,” Mandy chimes. “Because I’m pretty sure any men stupid enough to stick his cock in her will be dead by the morning.”

“I will beat the ever-loving piss out of you if you so much asthinkabout wanking to Cat when I take you home,” I snarl as we walk toward the exit.

“Bring it on, Finn,” he smirks. “Because I’m totally thinking about it.”

Fuck, no wonder Declan used to beat my ass all the time.

When we step from the club, my phone immediately dings and lights up with three missed calls from Catlin. “Fuck. I forgot that place has no reception.”

The phone rings through to her voicemail when I try to call her back. Swiping through my contacts, I try William and am met with his voicemail. This time, I dial Cat again, my heart racing, and I bark at Conor, “Get in the fucking truck.”

“Fuck, bro. Of all people, Cat isn’t going to lose her shit because you’re a few minutes late.

“Get in the fucking truck,” I shout. “Something isn’t right.”

Turning over the engine to the Bronco, the Bluetooth kicks on as I’m sent to voicemail again, “Hey, you’ve reached Catlin. Leave me a message and I’ll?—”

“Try Owen,” I roar at Conor, shoving my phone at him as we peel from the parking lot. It goes to voicemail as well, so I demand, “The apartment.”

It rings a handful of times before Conor ends the call. My fingers grip the steering wheel until my knuckles are white, and I race toward the apartment where I had left her.

“I’ll try her again,” Conor insists, swiping through my phone.

It rings twice, and she finally answers, “Hey, sweetie.”

My heart is still racing. Something isn’t right. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Her answer is curt. No woman is ever okay when they say they’re fine.

“You didn’t answer my ca?—”

She interrupts and reiterates herself, “I said I’m fine.”

“Where is Owen?” I press, unease coursing through me. “Or William?”

“Finn, stop,” she replies. “I told you I was going tochurch.”

“I’m sorry, kitten,” I feign an apology and stomp on the accelerator.

Her tone softens slightly, and her voice cracks when she says, “I’ll call you when I’m on my way home.”

The call abruptly ends, and Conor shifts in the passenger seat. “What the hell, Finn? She’s at church with Father O’Flaherty. She’s fine.”

“She’s not.” I shake my head and veer through traffic at grossly unsafe speeds. “She has never called me ‘sweetie,’ and she said she’s at church.”

Conor stares at me in complete confusion for a moment. “I’m so fucking lost right now.”

“Church,” I emphasize the word. “It’s her safeword. She told me to stop and used her safeword. She’s in fucking trouble.”

“Fuck!” Conor exclaims, swiping through my phone. “I’ll call the others.”

“There isn’t time.” I pull down the block that runs along the convent. “Because I’m not fucking waiting.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

CATLIN

“That little shit is fucking obsessed with you.” The Russian darkly chuckles. “And I can’t fucking wait to find out why.”