Page 75 of Dublin Charmer

“There are a lot of fucking warehouses in Dublin, mate,” Kieran says, turning in the front seat. “Can you give me more to go on than that?”

“Working on it.” There’s a lot of interference from the storm, but I manage to track the signal back to the source and get the GPS coordinates. After so many dead ends tonight, this feels almost too good to be true.

“The pin I made her put on her backpack is online,” I breathe, already pulling up the warehouse location. It’s a new industrial complex recently built on the outskirts of Dublin’s docklands.

Gio’s bruised face twists as he stares at the screen. “But where’s my sister?”

“We’re going to find out.” I pull out my phone and call Sean.

“Aye? What’s up?”

“I found Nyx. Your boys will have to hold off on burning this place. We need to move on Gravely and get her away from that fucker.”

“Hold on.” Sean muffles the other end of the line, but the shrill screech of his whistle still makes it through the speaker. “We’ve got an address on Gravely. Who’s up for some murder and mayhem?”

The replying shouts make me thankful to be on their good side.

“Send me the address. We’re right behind you. And Finny, don’t do anything stupid until we get there.”

“No promises.” I end the call, send Sean the address, and read it out to Kieran. “Think you can handle a second raid tonight?”

He grins, all teeth. “Dude, I can go hard all night long.”

I snort. “Way too much information.”

As the truck pulls away, I sink back into the leather seat, fighting off the chill of the night. We found Gio, the pin is working, and somewhere out there, Nyx needs my help.

There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s been telling the truth and has just been doing what she needed to do to survive and save her brother.

Now it’s time that someone saves her.

“Hang in there, Nyx. We’re coming for you, babe.”

Nyx

The warehouse office feels like a tomb. Ten minutes ago, dozens of Gravely’s men had gathered on the main floor to open crates of automatic weapons. Once they were all armed to the teeth, they cleared out. My stomach is knotted so tightly, there’s a good chance I might puke. I pace the small space, trying to breathe through the panic clawing at my chest.

“They’re headed for the Quinn compound. I know it.”

My hands shake as I search the desk drawers for the third time. Nothing. No phone, no computer, not even a goddamn paperclip I could use to pick the lock. Just empty drawers.

I press my forehead against the cold concrete wall. The Quinns have no idea what’s coming for them. Finn has no idea. And it’s my fault. Maybe if I’d listened and hadn’t gone to meet Gravely…

A distant pop echoes through the warehouse.

Then another.

Then three more in rapid succession.

Gunfire.

My heart leaps into my throat. More shots ring out, closer now, followed by shouting. Is it Finn? Is it another family seeking revenge on a disgusting man?

I scan the room for anything I can use as a weapon.

My gaze lands on the chair Gravely was sitting in when I arrived. “It’s not much, but it’ll have to do.”

I snatch it up by the arms, swinging the casters through the air as I position myself behind where the door will swing when it opens.