Page 25 of Her Irish Twins

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Page 25 of Her Irish Twins

Ben and Gavin swear, their jaws tensing.

“Tell us,” Gavin growls deeply.

“We don’t know for sure what we’re about to walk into,” Eamon grunts. “But his cell just pinged on, and we traced the signal to a place in East Boston.” His eyes narrow. “We were going to head their next after saving your asses. We could use the help if you want to—”

“Fuck yes,” Ben snarls, cocking his gun.

“Listen, Charlotte,” Phoebe says quietly. “We dug into you a little more over the last twenty-four hours, and I know you’re looking for your sister.”

I nod, my heart jumping into my throat.

“Do you know anything?”

She shakes her head sadly, giving me a sympathetic look.

“No, but I don’t think these assholes,” she kicks at one of the dead Russian mobsters. “Or their bosses have her. But she went missing around the same time as our guy Ash, so…” she shrugs. “Look I can’t promise you anything, but maybe if we find Ash, we might get a clue to finding—”

“Let’s go,” I snap bitterly, my heart racing and my lips tight.

Ben and Gavin reach down to take my hands, squeezing them as they nod.

“We’re going to find her, baby,” Ben growls before he turns to nod curtly at Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe.

“Let’s do this.”

Chapter Ten

Charlotte

“Hey,”Ben growls quietly into my ear. He squeezes my hand as I look up into his eyes, biting my lip.

“Whatever we find in there, baby girl,” he says gently. “Wearegoing to find Keily, okay?”

“No matter what it fucking takes,” Gavin adds, squeezing my other hand. I smile weakly, nodding.

My entire head is a whirlwind of emotion right now. On the one side, there’s the pure bliss of these two men—the two men I most certainly wasn’t looking for but know deep in my heart I don’t want to ever lose. But swirling with that is the fear and the doubt and the panic of my missing sister. We’re standing with Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe, along with the handful of Irish Syndicate guys outside the locked door to a dingy apartment in East Boston—the last place that pinged for one second with the missing Ash’s cell phone.

I have no idea what’s awaiting us, and my pulse is racing. Will they find their friend inside? Will he bealive? I swallow, closing my eyes and trying to push down the panic.

Does him going missing have anything to do with Keily going missing too?

Eamon coughs quietly, turning to the rest of us, his gun out along with all the others—Phoebe included.

“We do this by the book,” he growls at the other men. “No fucking cowboy shit. This is the last place his phone was on. We don’t know if that means it’s still here, or if Ash was ever here at all. But we—”

And that’s when we hear it—the sound of a woman screaming. They all go quiet, but my blood turns to fuckingice. The scream comes again, and I almost shatter. Because I know that voice.

…The screams are fromKeily.

“Kiely!” I scream, lunging for the door. But Ben and Gavin catch me, pulling me back as they pull their guns and snarl.

“Let’s go!” Gavin roars at Clay and Eamon, who nod grimly and turn to the man in front at the door holding the SWAT-style metal battering ram.

“Do it,” Clay hisses.

The man swings back, and with a grunt, sends the huge metal hammer slamming into the doorknob. The door shatters inside just as another anguished cry hits our ears, like Keily is being fuckingstabbed.

We tumble inside the small apartment, and there across the small living room is a closed door. The cry comes again, this guttural, wailing sound, and this time it’s followed by the rough, deep sound of a man grunting.




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