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Chapter 62 - Declan

DeclanJax looks better than he did when we dragged him out of that garage, although better is doing a lot of fucking work.He is propped against several pillows when Maya and I walk into the bedroom at the safe house, an IV running into his arm and a blanket pulled over his waist. One side of his face is swollen badly enough that his eye is almost completely closed, bruising spreads from his jaw beneath the collar of the clean shirt someone has put him in, and there is a strip of white dressing near his temple where dried blood covered half his face yesterday. The doctor warned us before letting us upstairs that Jax needs rest more than he needs answers dragged out of him, and Maya agreed immediately.I agreed too. I simply didn't specify how long that agreement would last. Because there are questions I need answered, and every fucking hour that passes gives whoever did this more time to disappear.Maya walks into the room ahead of me. Jax sees her. The

Chapter 63 - Maya

Chapter 63MayaDeclan's father is standing when we walk into the penthouse. That is the first thing I notice.Not the overnight bag beside the sofa. Not the dark coat folded neatly over the back of a chair or the glass of water untouched on the table. Not even the fact that a man I last saw thousands of miles away in Ireland is suddenly standing in Declan's living room as if crossing an ocean to drag three-year-old secrets into our lives is perfectly normal.He's standing. Straight. Not perfectly. There is still stiffness in his body, and one hand rests around the handle of the walking stick beside him, but he's nothing like the man I remember.In Ireland, every movement seemed calculated around weakness. Getting out of a chair took time. His hands shook more. His shoulders curved forward. There were moments when Declan watched him with an expression he tried to hide, and I remember feeling sorry for both of them.Now I wonder how much of i

Chapter 64 - Declan

DeclanMy father doesn't ask where we're going. He knows.The second I tell him Liam has the photographs, something changes in his face, and it pisses me off more than if he'd simply admitted the fucking name when Maya asked. He's afraid. My father can hide weakness, exaggerate illness, sit across from a woman he's known for three years and convince her she's a stranger, but I've spent my entire life studying him.I know fear when I see it. I also know better than to confuse it with fear for himself. "Who is he?"My father reaches for his coat. "Declan.""Don't."Maya stands between us, although not intentionally. She's simply closest to him, but the sight of her there makes every protective instinct inside me flare anyway. "We're done with this shit. You know who Liam found.""I suspect.” He says. "Same fucking thing.” I let out.&n

Chapter 65 - Maya

MayaNobody leaves. Cillian makes that clear less than twenty minutes after Declan receives the photograph. By then the safe house no longer feels like a safe house at all. It feels like a locked box filled with armed men, old secrets and people silently wondering whether somebody inside the box is the reason our enemy knows so much.I stand near the table staring at the photographs again while Declan speaks quietly with Liam across the room. Eamon Byrne appears in four of them, exactly as Jax said. Four different nights. Four different locations. Always somewhere behind me. Never close enough that I would have noticed him, but never far enough for his presence to be coincidence.I hate looking at them. I hate looking at myself more. The girl in those photographs has no idea. She's laughing in one. Leaning against a car in another. In the third, I'm looking down at my phone while Eamon stands somewhere behind me, watching.I want to reach into the photogr

Chapter 66 - Declan

DeclanMy father doesn't move. Everyone else does. Liam turns back to the laptop, Maya reaches for the photograph again, Cillian starts asking questions about dates and locations, but my father remains sitting there staring at the ring reflected in a car window like the rest of the room has disappeared around him.Three weeks. Patrick Callahan was alive three fucking weeks after the warehouse. Three weeks after my father believed he'd failed to get him out. Three weeks after Maya saw him tied to a chair. And judging by my father's face, this changes everything he thought he knew. “Da." Nothing. I step closer. "Look at me.” His eyes finally lift. "You're sure that's his ring?""Aye.""No chance somebody else had one?"He shakes his head. "It was made for him."Cillian comes closer. "How distinctive?"My father looks back at the screen. "Very. Black onyx set in silver. Callahan crest engraved along the side. His father gave it to him when he turned eighteen. Patrick wore it every day o

Chapter 67 - Maya

MayaThe marina looks abandoned.We have been watching it for almost thirty minutes from inside the SUV, and nothing has moved except the water and a few birds circling above the old buildings. The main structure is made of faded brick, with dirty windows and an old sign hanging crooked above the entrance. Smaller buildings stretch toward the river behind it.Nothing about it looks important. But I know better than to trust appearances now.Declan sits beside me, his body tense despite the calm expression on his face. Cillian is in the front with Liam, while Ronan and several of Cillian's men are positioned around the property.Declan's father stayed at the safe house with Elena, Sophia and the baby. Jax is still recovering under the doctor's care. Declan hasn't complained once about me coming. That might be the strangest part. A few weeks ago, he would have locked me inside the safe house himself before allowing me anywhere near Eamon. Now his hand rests over mine while we watch the

Chapter 68 - Maya

MayaWalking toward the marina alone feels very different from agreeing to do it while sitting beside Declan.Every step makes that painfully clear.The wind coming off the river pushes my hair across my face as I cross the empty yard, but I don't stop to move it. My hands stay visible, exactly as Eamon instructed, while my phone sits inside my jacket with the call still connected. Declan can hear me. Cillian can hear me. Liam is watching through whatever cameras he managed to position, and Ronan is somewhere to the east.Knowing all of that should make me feel safer. It doesn’t. The main door is already open. I step inside.The building smells like damp wood, oil and something metallic. The large room must once have been used for repairing boats because old equipment still lines the walls, although most of it is covered in dust. My boots echo against the concrete floor.Nobody appears. For one horrible second, I wonder whether we've b

Chapter 69 - Maya

MayaThe first gunshot changes everything.Eamon's calm disappears, his men move at once, and the one closest to me reaches inside his jacket as another shot sounds somewhere outside. My heart pounds so hard it hurts, but underneath the fear is something strangely steady.Declan is coming. I know I shouldn't find comfort in gunfire, but apparently this is what my life has become. The man near the door grabs my arm. I react before I think.I twist hard, driving my elbow into his chest the way Declan taught me. His grip loosens enough for me to pull away, but he catches the back of my jacket and yanks me toward him again."Get your fucking hands off me," I say.I bring my heel down on his foot and throw my weight sideways. He swears and releases me, but his hand immediately moves toward his gun. Eamon stops him. "No," he says sharply. "We need her alive."Still. After everything, I am still more useful alive. I stumble backward until my

Chapter 70 - Declan

DeclanThree weeks later. For the first time in months, I wake up without reaching for my gun.It's a strange realization, especially considering how long I've lived with one within reach. Being Cillian O'Rourke's underboss means danger is never far away, and I've never been stupid enough to believe otherwise. But lately, danger has felt personal in a way it never did before, every threat carrying Maya's name, every decision I've made revolving around keeping her alive.Now she's sleeping beside me, her dark hair spread across my pillow, one tattooed arm resting over my stomach as if she owns me.The ridiculous part is that she probably does.I look down at her and let myself remember everything that's happened since the night my car exploded.That night should have killed me. I remember the race, the engine roaring beneath me, the strange noise coming from the car, and the horrifying moment I realize the brakes aren't responding. I remember thinking about Maya before everything goes

Chapter 71 - Maya

MayaThree months laterIf someone had told me a year ago that I would fall in love with an Irish mafia underboss, survive being hunted by a psychopath, and end up living with the most possessive man in New York, I would have laughed in their face. Actually, I probably would have told them to get their head checked.Yet here I am.My tattoo machine hums softly as I finish the last few lines on my client's forearm. The shop is busy again, my appointment book is full for the next two months, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I can concentrate on my work without wondering whether someone is standing outside watching me.I still have security. Declan insists on it. Some battles aren't worth fighting, especially when the security guard brings me coffee every morning and has learned to ignore the inappropriate conversations between Sophia and me.Jax is back too, currently sitting behind the reception desk, complaining about paperwork as if I personally forced him to take th

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