Page 77 of Dublin Charmer

“Not yet. Sean is trying, too. He’s also calling in the Devils.”

“I don’t have a phone, or I’d help.”

Finn points to the iPad in the seat storage. “See if you can get a connection. Maybe an email or a WhatsApp message? There’s got to be some way to warn them.”

I do as he suggests and start searching for a way to warn his family.

“Do you want us to drop you on the way?” He’s turned back, his gaze searching mine. “We don’t have time to drive you anywhere, but you can get out on the way and shelter somewhere safe. Maybe a pub or someplace?”

I scoff. “Not a chance. Gravely fucked with my family. I won’t take the out while he fucks with yours.” I reach into the front and squeeze his hand. “We’re doing this together, Charmer. I’m not going anywhere.”

Something shifts in his expression: relief, determination… no, it’s deeper than that… deeper than anything we’ve put a name to so far.

“Quinn compound it is.” He turns back to the front seat and presses send on his phone, praying for the call to go through.

The Quinn compound has become more than just a place to me. It’s become something I never thought I’d have again.

Something worth fighting for.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Finn

The SUV fishtails as we take another turn. Kieran’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel pretty much says it all. Sheets of ice coat the windshield faster than the wipers can clear them. Through the frozen glass, Dublin looks like an eerie sci-fi ghost town—streetlights reflecting off the slick roads in disturbing halos.

“Fucking weather,” Kieran mutters, downshifting. “Pick any other night to try and kill us. We’ve got somewhere to fucking be.”

I hit redial for the twentieth time.Nothing.

The storm’s wreaking havoc with the cell towers.

I twist to look back at Nyx. “Anything?”

She’s been tapping at the iPad screen endlessly. “I can’t get anything through. I’m sorry. Dammit!”

Gio reaches over and squeezes his sister’s shoulder. “How far out are we?”

“That depends if we can use the next fucking bridge,” Kieran snaps. “If we hit another detour, it’ll be twenty minutes.”

I close my eyes and try to breathe. “The good news is that if we’re having this much trouble crossing the river, so are Gravely and his men.”

“Unless they got over the bridge before the fucking wreck shut it down.”

Aye, there’s that.

I check the rearview. Sean’s headlights still track us, along with the other Devils, but we’re all moving at a crawl.

My phone crackles to life. “Finn…?” Bryan’s voice cuts through static.

“Bryan! Gravely’s coming. Lock down?—”

The call drops. “Fuck!”

“Do you think he heard you?” Nyx asks, reaching forward to grab my hand. “If he did, they won’t be caught completely off guard.”

The SUV slides sideways, and Kieran wrestles it back into our lane. Up ahead, the blue flashing lights of the police have us slowing down and an officer is using light batons to redirect us.

“Fucking hell!” A semi-truck lies jackknifed across the bridge. Sadly, there’s zero space to get by on either side. “We’re not getting through there.”