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Story: Sins and Salvation
Petrov's smile vanishes. "Siobhan was mine. Now she rots in some nutty-house. An eye for an eye, as Americans say."
I lunge across the table, grabbing him by the throat. Pain tears through my shoulder but I ignore it, squeezing until his face turns purple.
"Tell me where she went, or I'll tear your fucking throat out."
Finn's voice cuts through my rage. "Declan. We need him alive to talk."
I loosen my grip slightly. Petrov gasps, coughing.
"Talk," I growl.
"She... went to get the boy." He wheezes. "Bring him to me as... good faith."
"You're lying. She'd never do that."
"Not... willingly." He pulls his collar aside to show me a phone. On the screen, a man stands behind Maeve, a gun to her head. "My associate accompanies her."
Fury blinds me. I slam Petrov's head against the table. "Address. Now."
He spits blood. "Kill me, you never find them."
"I won't kill you." I press my gun under his chin. "I'll just make you wish I had."
Ten minutes later, we're back in Finn's car, speeding toward Killarney. I can't stop thinking about Maeve with a gun to her head, forced to lead these fuckers to our son.
"Call Jack," I tell Finn. "Warn him."
Finn tries, cursing when there's no answer. "Straight to voicemail."
"Try Cormac."
Cormac answers on the first ring. "Where the hell are you? The hospital called?—"
"Petrov has Maeve. She's leading them to Conor."
Silence, then, "Where?"
"Hotel in Killarney. Jack took him there. He is not answering."
"I'm sending everyone I've got. Two hours out."
"We'll be there in ninety minutes."
"Declan." Cormac's voice drops. "Don't do anything stupid."
"Too late."
I hang up and call Jack again. Still nothing. "This is my fault," I mutter.
Finn glances at me. "Don't start that shit now."
"I should have let Cormac kill Siobhan. My fucking sister puts a gun to Maeve's head, threatens my kid, and I still tried to save her worthless life."
"You tried to break the cycle. That's not wrong."
"Tell that to Maeve and Conor." I slam my fist against the dashboard. "Family loyalty. What a fucking joke."
"It is if it gets my family killed."
I lunge across the table, grabbing him by the throat. Pain tears through my shoulder but I ignore it, squeezing until his face turns purple.
"Tell me where she went, or I'll tear your fucking throat out."
Finn's voice cuts through my rage. "Declan. We need him alive to talk."
I loosen my grip slightly. Petrov gasps, coughing.
"Talk," I growl.
"She... went to get the boy." He wheezes. "Bring him to me as... good faith."
"You're lying. She'd never do that."
"Not... willingly." He pulls his collar aside to show me a phone. On the screen, a man stands behind Maeve, a gun to her head. "My associate accompanies her."
Fury blinds me. I slam Petrov's head against the table. "Address. Now."
He spits blood. "Kill me, you never find them."
"I won't kill you." I press my gun under his chin. "I'll just make you wish I had."
Ten minutes later, we're back in Finn's car, speeding toward Killarney. I can't stop thinking about Maeve with a gun to her head, forced to lead these fuckers to our son.
"Call Jack," I tell Finn. "Warn him."
Finn tries, cursing when there's no answer. "Straight to voicemail."
"Try Cormac."
Cormac answers on the first ring. "Where the hell are you? The hospital called?—"
"Petrov has Maeve. She's leading them to Conor."
Silence, then, "Where?"
"Hotel in Killarney. Jack took him there. He is not answering."
"I'm sending everyone I've got. Two hours out."
"We'll be there in ninety minutes."
"Declan." Cormac's voice drops. "Don't do anything stupid."
"Too late."
I hang up and call Jack again. Still nothing. "This is my fault," I mutter.
Finn glances at me. "Don't start that shit now."
"I should have let Cormac kill Siobhan. My fucking sister puts a gun to Maeve's head, threatens my kid, and I still tried to save her worthless life."
"You tried to break the cycle. That's not wrong."
"Tell that to Maeve and Conor." I slam my fist against the dashboard. "Family loyalty. What a fucking joke."
"It is if it gets my family killed."
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