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I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

He had gone rigid, his mouth a tight line that threatened to say silent, but a resilient sigh made him speak up. “I once told you that I believed Luna Eleanor had the most reason to behind Red Dawn’s actions.” He began as he took Jess’ place on the couch beside her. Maddie nodded, it had been the day Michael hadn’t returned from the attempt to save Lewis from Wild Shore. Her stomach twisted, remembering how hard the blow had been then and yet he seemed in much more danger now. “The information Connor gathered confirmed she is the leading cause behind it and," he paused, gathering his strength, "I think I’m the reason.”

He sees me before Cain but he’s already got questions of his own. “Mathew Connor was asking directions to your house in town earlier, why?” He has to crunch on glass before he comes to his senses. I watch his eyes widen in horror. “Mathew Connor?” Cain asks. “Who the fuck is Mathew Connor?” I have no idea who Mathew Connor is. No idea at all. “He was in my books a few years back,” Brian says. “From a broken family in Gloucester, a nasty piece of work. Violent.”

He clenches his jaw again and glares at me. "About?" "Allowing our beautiful friend to see what else she can learn for us. Maybe we'll keep her on the payroll indefinitely if she gives us some useful tidbits." Connor shrugs and stops looking at Alina as he searches the room for threats. A habit he's never abandoned since his days in the unorganized street gangs with our men in Dublin. "Do what you want anyway, , I know your plans with Fiorella won't change and now less so, even though this woman thinks she can seduce you" he said showing distaste for my alliance with Alina.

Connor Herrick had been invincible for twelve years. Not anymore. Wanting to push him into a well just seemed like bullying the defenseless. How ironic. "Where is Cillian?" he demanded of no one in particular. "He's dead," Gemma said, her voice like stone. "And so are Gralyn and Hadley." Connor's eyes flashed. I couldn't decipher the emotion. "Weak cowards." "You have no one left, Connor," my mate continued. "Surrender and—"

We both pull back for a moment and eye each other. Girls for the auction. “How’s about we teleport these gals somewhere safe, it’ll really piss off Mikey to come back and find them gone,” Declan says, a bit unsure how we’ll respond. But he’s reading my mind. I thought the exact same. “Wasn’t planning on an adventure today, but it wouldn’t be a day in the life of a McGrath now would it. I ain’t exactly happy with Mikey right now as is. This isn’t some shit our family does,” Conor says, grinning with his slight accent. He insisted while growing up on spending a lot of summers in Ireland with our relatives and out of all of us, he actually has some accent. Well, I don’t have one at all.

“You have saved me, Your Highness.” Stefan bowed low. “My daughter will never forget this night. So, the information you require in exchange for your service tonight.” As the taxi passed through the city, I gazed at the documents. The documents that included my father’s address. Or at the very least, his last known address. And because my life was absurd, Connor Gallagher just so happened to be living in Dublin, Ireland. What an asshole. He was right under our noses the entire time.

Chapter 117 In the cover of darkness, Connor descended a hidden staircase concealed beneath a seemingly ordinary storage unit on the outskirts of the city. The dimly lit corridor led him to an underground bunker he had meticulously designed for utmost secrecy. It was a place where secrets were shared, alliances formed, and strategies hatched. Tonight, it was the setting for a crucial meeting with Orlando, a trusted confidant and a key player in their mission to take Michael down.

Evelyn arrived just after eight, coat already on, hair immaculate, eyes sharp. “You’re not going alone,” she said, not asking. Melissa poured coffee. “I didn’t say I was.” Evelyn nodded once. “Good.” She slid a thin folder across the table. “We pulled everything we could overnight. Connor Holdings is bleeding quietly. Tyrone masked it well, but his offshore links are unraveling. He’s desperate.” Melissa opened the folder, scanning fast. “Desperate men take risks.” “And hurt people,” Evelyn added. Melissa looked up. “He already has.”

Carlweigh and Luther, I made my way out of Lanie's house, walking to the bus station close to her house in the cold October air. Connor's case had been closed and I wasn't surprised, though the guilt ate hard at me. I had involved Jacob and the case had disappeared. My steps sounded on the gravel, echoing in my head as I observed the streets, noting the shops closing up for the evening. I hadn't seen Detective O'Connell again, but his partner, Michael, I had seen Michael ever since that afternoon that they had come in to question me. He always stopped by the bar at the end of my shift, trying to chat and get to know me.