Page 43 of Dublin Charmer

The door swings inward and I freeze.

I stare wide-eyed at the Finn’s scarred older brother now glaring at me from less than three feet away.

Sean Quinn fills the doorframe and radiates pure menace. Long black hair falls past his shoulders, and those unmistakable Quinn emerald eyes stare coldly at me. The sneer he’s giving me makes the jagged scar that runs from his temple to his jaw pull and twist his cheek.

The Dublin Devil.

I stumble backward until my back meets the wall across the hall. On instinct, I raise my hand, pointing my syringe at him. “Stay back.”

He has his gun drawn and pointed at my forehead faster than I can track. “Gun trumps needle, bitch. Drop it.”

I swallow and let it drop to the ground.

His gaze flicks toward the open cell door down the hall and then returns to me burning with quiet fury. “What the fuck did you do to Finn? You better hope he’s okay or your life is about to go to shit.”

My life has been shit for longer than he knows, but I keep that to myself.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Finn

Iblink into the harsh light, a weight pressing against my eyelids. I focus on the figure standing over me. Doc Kelvin, his hair slightly disheveled, looks down with a mix of concern and professionalism. “Finn? How are you feeling?”

“What happened?” My throat feels like sandpaper, and I wince as I attempt to sit up.

“Easy now.” He places a steadying hand on my shoulder. “You’re all right. Just some drugs in your system. I countered them with something stronger.”

I rub my neck where Nyx jabbed me with that syringe. It’s raw and sore, but at least it doesn’t feel like I’m about to pass out anymore. A flash of anger courses through me at the thought of her using it on me.

I was trying to help her. I thought she was starting to trust me. I guess I’m still a fool when it comes to reading the women I fancy.

“What did she use?”

“Some kind of sedative laced with a psychoactive drug used to obtain information.” He frowns, pulling back slightly to examine me better. “Nothing lethal, but it sent you for a bit of a loopy ride.”

As I process his words, the charged energy of the room brings my attention to my brothers. All four of them are standing by the door like an angry storm front. The tension radiates from them like heat from a furnace.

“You okay, little brother?” Brendan’s question booms with simmering rage.

I push myself up further, adrenaline kicking in despite my wooziness. Nyx is there, too. She’s pressed herself into the shadows of the room and looks like a cornered animal. Her electric blue hair frames her face while her gaze darts frantically between me and my brothers.

“Aye, I’ll be fine.”

“Good, we waited to put the bitch in the ground until you had your say,” Bryan growls, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

I groan. “You’re off your nut. We’re not killing her.”

“Fucking right we are. She took a run at you and could’ve killed you.”

“I didn’t stick him to kill him,” Nyx protests, her voice trembling but darkly defiant. There’s something raw in her gaze. I recognize her fear of losing her brother and now it’s mingling with a determination to beat all odds against her. “I just needed the code to the door to get out of here.”

“And you just carry a syringe of truth serum around with you, do you?” Brendan asks.

Nyx’s attention shifts to me, a flicker of regret in her explanation. “It was intended for Billy Gravely. I was going to get him alone at the party and find out where he’s holding my brother.”

That tracks. “I could tell you were playing a long game with him when I was watching you at the Monte Carlo party.”

“But then you drugged me before I had my chance. So, what, you can drug me and that’s fine, but I turn the tables and should die for it?”