Ideas of what might be occurring to Maeve assail me. I attempt to shove them out of my head, however I am unable to. I attempt to name Malachy’s cellphone once more, nevertheless it goes straight to voicemail.

I velocity via the winding streets of Belfast, driving quicker than I ought to in a automobile that may’t deal with the roads in addition to I would like it to. I virtually slide off the facet of the street, however I regain management of the automobile.

My cellphone rings. I reply, “Aye.”

Aidan states, “Brogan’s alive.”

Aid fills me. I really feel responsible I am not desirous about Brogan, but as a lot as I respect him, I am unable to concentrate on him proper now.

I am unable to reside with out Maeve.

“Thanks for letting me know,” I say.

“How shut are ya to the Bugatti?” Aidan questions.

I look on the tracker, relaying, “I am about forty-five minutes away.”

“We’re about ten minutes behind ya.”

Extra reduction hits me. I do not know what I am strolling into, however I am certain it’s going to require backup.

“Do not go close to the Bugatti with out us,” Brody orders.

I do not reply.

“That is an order,” he warns.

Devin provides, “Brody’s proper. Ya do not wish to get Maeve killed.”

“Nice, however hurry up,” I grumble.

“We’ll be there quickly,” Brody says, and the road goes lifeless.

I proceed driving till I am inside vary of seeing the Bugatti. I had each intention to attend till my brothers arrive, however even from a distance it is clear it is deserted.

Fields encompass the automobile. The doorways are open and my chest tightens as I drive nearer.

I park and get out. There isn’t any signal of Maeve or Malachy. The automobile sits on the facet of the street, empty.

“Goddammit!” I yell, slamming my hand on the roof. A small dent types.

A cow moos within the distance.

“The place is she?” I seethe and return to my automobile simply as my brothers pull up.

“Get in,” Brody orders.

I bounce into the again of the SUV. It is a newer one and much like what we’ve got in America. Brody had it imported whereas we had been gone.

He weapons the engine and races previous the Bugatti.

My cellphone dings.

I pull it out of my pocket, and a brand new wave of anger and concern suffocates me.

A video pops up. Maeve’s in it, gagged, tied to a chair, tears falling down her cheeks. The room is darkish, with barely any lighting.

“Jesus,” Devin mutters subsequent to me.

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