Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Distracted,” Eamon finishes.
I blush fiercely as a few of the men behind them glance past them towards the three of us. Ben and Gavin begin to bristle as eyes begin to sweep over me standing there in just a comforter., but it’s Clay that suddenly whirls, snarling on his own guys.
“Oy! Enough of that!” he roars. “Eyes off, you fucks.”
The men nod, shrugging sheepishly before they file back out of the loft, until it’s just me and my guys, Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe. Clay turns back to us, and he sighs as he arches a brow, his eyes sweeping over us.
“And you two,” he sighs. “For fuck’s sake, put some goddamn pants on.”
Ben and Gavin grin, looking as close to embarrassed as I’ve seen them.
“Apologies,” Ben murmurs at Phoebe as he and his brother turn, scoop up their sweats, and start pulling them on.
Phoebe just laughs, shaking her head. “It’s fine, Ben.” She turns to smirk at me, winking. “Just glad to see that Charlotte hasn’t been short-changed in the company department,” she giggles, making me blush wildly as I stifle a giggle myself.
Eamon and Clay frown, but she laughs as she turns to kiss one and then the other.
“Oh relax,” she giggles. “As if I don’t have more than enough to keep me quite happy and distracted with you two,” she murmurs, a spark of heated desire in her eyes and they both growl and pull close to her.
“We were going to check in today,” Gavin growls. “The Russians came for her, and—”
“No need to explain, brother,” Clay nods. “Believe me when I say we get it.”
He and Eamon grin as they pull close to Phoebe, who blushes as her eyes meet mine.
“We knew you were here anyways,” Eamon growls. “The safe house has a silent alarm when someone unlocks it. We figured it was you. Also…” his eyes harden. “There’s something else.”
Ben frowns. “What is it?”
“It’s Ash,” Clay grunts.
Ben and Gavin swear, their jaws tensing.
“Tell us,” Gavin growls deeply.
“We don’t know for sure what we’re about to walk into,” Eamon grunts. “But his cell just pinged on, and we traced the signal to a place in East Boston.” His eyes narrow. “We were going to head their next after saving your asses. We could use the help if you want to—”
“Fuck yes,” Ben snarls, cocking his gun.
“Listen, Charlotte,” Phoebe says quietly. “We dug into you a little more over the last twenty-four hours, and I know you’re looking for your sister.”
I nod, my heart jumping into my throat.
“Do you know anything?”
She shakes her head sadly, giving me a sympathetic look.
“No, but I don’t think these assholes,” she kicks at one of the dead Russian mobsters. “Or their bosses have her. But she went missing around the same time as our guy Ash, so…” she shrugs. “Look I can’t promise you anything, but maybe if we find Ash, we might get a clue to finding—”
“Let’s go,” I snap bitterly, my heart racing and my lips tight.
Ben and Gavin reach down to take my hands, squeezing them as they nod.
“We’re going to find her, baby,” Ben growls before he turns to nod curtly at Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe.
“Let’s do this.”
Chapter Ten
Charlotte
“Hey,” Ben growls quietly into my ear. He squeezes my hand as I look up into his eyes, biting my lip.
“Whatever we find in there, baby girl,” he says gently. “We are going to find Keily, okay?”
“No matter what it fucking takes,” Gavin adds, squeezing my other hand. I smile weakly, nodding.
My entire head is a whirlwind of emotion right now. On the one side, there’s the pure bliss of these two men—the two men I most certainly wasn’t looking for but know deep in my heart I don’t want to ever lose. But swirling with that is the fear and the doubt and the panic of my missing sister. We’re standing with Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe, along with the handful of Irish Syndicate guys outside the locked door to a dingy apartment in East Boston—the last place that pinged for one second with the missing Ash’s cell phone.
I have no idea what’s awaiting us, and my pulse is racing. Will they find their friend inside? Will he be alive? I swallow, closing my eyes and trying to push down the panic.
Does him going missing have anything to do with Keily going missing too?
Eamon coughs quietly, turning to the rest of us, his gun out along with all the others—Phoebe included.
“We do this by the book,” he growls at the other men. “No fucking cowboy shit. This is the last place his phone was on. We don’t know if that means it’s still here, or if Ash was ever here at all. But we—”
And that’s when we hear it—the sound of a woman screaming. They all go quiet, but my blood turns to fucking ice. The scream comes again, and I almost shatter. Because I know that voice.