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I wasn’t sure I agreed. Darcy didn’t want to be here. She could have come home when Eamon died. Could have reached out to me, or her son. She made a choice to erase us from her life. Hell, she chose to erase her own life multiple times. Even in death, she didn’t want to be here.

I didn’t answer Sal. If he wanted to keep looking for her, so be it. I was done. Now that I knew she was gone, what was the point? It would only bring more heartache.

Liam and Oscar came in carrying Sean. He was a mess. His left eye was swollen shut. His arm hung at an unnatural angle. And he was bleeding from a wound in his shoulder.

“What the fuck happened?” Sal barked, helping Liam sit Sal at a table.

“I’m fine.” Sean looked around the bar. “Where’s Amy?” He tried to get up, and Oscar held him down. “Easy, old man.”

“Amy is fine. She’s with Flynn.”

“He needs to watch her. Protect her. Tyran will come back for her.”

“What the hell is Ty doing with her?” Sal asked.

“Blackmailing her,” Sean confessed.

“With what?”

“Me. He threatened me to get her to help him. She doesn’t think I know. But because she wouldn’t turn on the phone he gave her, he’s been sending messages.”

“How do you know this?”

Sean lifted his arm and placed it in his lap. “Call the damn doctor and get him down here!” I yelled.

“I’m fine.” Sean glared at Sal.

“You aren’t fine. Your arm is fuckin’ broken, and you can’t see out of your left eye. Not to mention your shoulder is bleeding like a stuck pig.”

Sean continued to glare for a moment before giving in, and we watched as the tension released from his shoulders.

“Tyran talks a lot when he thinks someone is dying. I deserve a damn Oscar for my performance.”

“What did you hear?”

“He’s working for someone. Has been for a long fuckin’ time. Since before E died.” Sean shifted in his seat and immediately winced in pain. Liam was taking care of the shoulder, and the eye would heal in time. But we needed the doctor to set his arm.

“Any idea who?” I asked.

“No. But whoever they are, they aren’t local.”

“Sean, why did Ty do this to you?”

Sean closed his good eye, and pain washed over him. “Amy wouldn’t turn the phone on. She was ignoring the messages he sent. So, he beat the shit out of me and tied me up at a warehouse. I can only assume that when Amy couldn’t find me, she turned the phone on this morning.”

“That’s when we caught the trace,” Cian informed.

“Ty said Kelley was working for him. So, whoever is pulling the strings must know Kelley is a loose end,” I mused.

“Maybe that’s why we can’t find him. Maybe whoever is in charge already dealt with him,” Mac offered.

“No,” Sean said. “Kelley’s still alive.”

“How do you know?”

The door to the bar opened, and Larkin Cavanaugh walked in. Mac stiffened when her eyes landed on him.

“Hey, Doc, Sean has a broken arm, and I know it needs to be set, but I just need another minute or two.” Sal never took his eyes off Sean as he spoke to the doctor.