Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Okay, calm down. We’ll go inside and see if the cameras show us anything. I’ll call Dylan and he’ll—”
“No, I can’t bother him.”
I turn and rush back into the gym to head up to the office, where I can log into the cameras. However, when I step inside, Marty, one of the fighters who trains here, stops me to hand over a note.
I take the note and open it quickly. It’s my worst nightmare. I’m looking at a ransom note for my little brother.
You want the kid back, show up at this address tonight and be ready to fight for him. Come alone or this goes bad.
“What the fuck?” Taegan says beside me.
“Not a word of this to Dylan. I’ve got this,” I say as I turn to her.
“Do ya even know where that address leads?”
“Do you?”
“Yes, somewhere that motherfucker will regret. Ya should call Dylan.”
“This isn’t his problem.”
“But—”
“Taegan,” I choke out. “Ciarán is all I have left. If they want me to fight for him, I’m going to fight for him. I can’t afford for anything to happen that will jeopardize his safety.”
Without another word, I take off for my gym bag so I can head to this address. I’m getting my brother back. No matter what.
Dylan
“Dude, will you come on? I haven’t seen Nolan and Crush perform live in years. I want to make this concert. That charity concert was sold out before I could get tickets,” Jamie fusses.
I want to take Ciara to the Briggs compound so she can see them perform there too. However, she’s not answering my calls or texts. I know she’ll be pissed to miss this.
I decide to call Taegan to see if she knows what’s up and why Ciara isn’t answering my calls. I haven’t spoken to my girl since before her session with Halley. They were going out for their run when last we spoke.
“Hello,” Taegan answers her phone, sounding nervous, which is weird for my friend.
“What’s going on? Why can’t I get in touch with Ciara? And don’t lie to me. I always know when you’re lying.”
She releases a heavy sigh and launches into what’s going on. My head feels like it’s going to explode by the time she’s done. I’m already moving out of Jamie’s place, heading for my car.
“What are you going to do? You can’t go there.”
“I’m on my way. I’ll deal with Uncle Ronan when the time comes.”
“Irish?”
“What?”
“I’ll meet you there. I think I might have something else ya might want to hear.”
Before I can reply, she hangs up. I’m fuming, so I don’t bother to call her back to ask her what she’s talking about. I don’t think I’d be able to comprehend a word she says at this point anyway.
“Yo, where are ya going?” Jamie calls after me.
“The Fighting Irish. Someone took my girl’s little brother and they’re forcing her to fight to get him back,” I growl.
“What the fuck? Who has lost their fucking mind?” he says as he jumps into the passenger side of my car.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure ya don’t do anything that’s going to get yer ass in trouble.”
I grunt and pull off like a bat out of hell. I have so many things running through my head as I race across town to get to my girl. I’m going to kill someone if a single hair on her or that kid’s head is harmed. Jamie is right. Someone has lost their fucking mind.
CHAPTER 30
FAFO
Cadlha
“What happened to Arnold?” I say to Mike as he walks up to me.
“He’s with the kid. He sent me to meet up with you. What do you need me to do?”
I blow out a breath and roll my eyes. Ugh, good help is so hard to find. Why do I even bother?
“Fine, I need you to make sure this goes into her water bottle before the fight,” I say.
“You want me to drug her?” He gives me an incredulous look.
“It’s just a little something to slow her down in the second round. I get to kick her ass in the first round and make sure she goes down in the second for a little extra cash. No big deal. I’m only guaranteeing my win on all fronts.”
Mike scoffs. “Dude, you have to make it through the first round.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I still train. I’ll be just fine.”
He coughs behind his hand and says something that sounds like unusual. I roll my eyes and ignore him.
“Just take it and make sure it gets into her water bottle before the second round,” I snap.
He makes that scoffing sound again and takes the powder before he walks off, shaking his head. Ignoring him, I turn to text Arnold to tell him where to drop the kid off after the fight. Then, I get back to getting ready for the fight.