I flip to my brothers and order Brody, “Drive sooner.”

26

Maeve

My mouth’s dry from the fabric the thug shoved into it. Aches develop stronger in my shoulders and arms from the tight rope securing them behind my again. The wood chair digs into my backbone.

I’ve by no means been so afraid. I flip my head and stare at my da, who’s loud night breathing on a cot.

How may he do that to me?

What did I do to make him hate me a lot?

He gave me to Tynan, but it surely’s like he is holding it towards me.

Extra tears stream down my cheeks, and I want I may swipe them away, however I can not. My da’s kind turns blurry. And I’m wondering once more how he is fallen up to now.

Ma would by no means have let him do that…no matter that is. I nonetheless do not know what the contract he retains mentioning means.

What precisely did he promise in it?

And which of the O’Learys did he promise me to?

It is to not both of those thugs. They have been cautious to tie me up, and that is it. They’ve gotten a couple of cellphone calls. Every time, they only say, “Okay, boss.” However which boss are they speaking about?

I do not even know who’s left within the O’Leary clan. So many males have died. The final I knew, Dagan and Grady have been preventing for the highest place.

Is it one among them?

Perhaps they are not even alive anymore. Perhaps it is any individual I do not even know.

However how can Da signal me away once I’m already married to Tynan? What may they probably anticipate to get from me?

Horrible ideas I’ve tried to not take into consideration race by my head, scaring me much more. I sniffle, attempting to cease the barrage of feelings, however I can not. Inside seconds, I am sobbing.

“Crying’s not going to get ya anyplace,” one of many thugs states.

I ignore him, crying more durable, and my chest heaves. I choke on the gag.

The thug comes over and removes it, warning, “Do not kill your self.”

It takes some time till I lastly cease. He tries to shove it again into my mouth, however I transfer my head.

His cellphone rings, and he steps again.

I sniffle and look away, not wanting the gag again in.

“Don’t fret, boss,” he reassures.

I look over at him.

He slides his cellphone in his pocket and nods to the opposite thug.

They stroll towards the door, open it, and step into the hallway. They slam the door shut, and it echoes. I look round on the empty, windowless, chilly cell.

The place am I?

I believe I am underground. They dragged me down a set of stairs, and the ground is filth. There’s just one barely lit lightbulb above my head.

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