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“Says who?” He cups my face in his hands. “I’ll wait, Nyx. For months or years if that’s what it takes for him to figure his shit out. One day, he’ll meet someone, and he’ll want to start building a life beyond his sister. I’ll be waiting, I swear I will. But loving yer brother doesn’t mean ye can’t have love in yer life.”

The word hangs between us. Love.

Such a simple word for such a complicated feeling.

“What if that never happens?” I ask.

“Then I’ll make the move.” Finn’s voice is fierce with conviction. “Do ye think I can’t hack from Greece? Or Spain? Or wherever the two of ye end up? I’m a digital nomad, baby. Have laptop, will travel.”

I laugh through my tears. “You’d leave Dublin? Your brothers?”

“For us? In a heartbeat.” He brushes a tear from my cheek. “But I don’t think it’ll come to that. Gio’s in a dark place now, but he won’t be there forever. We’ll find him a trauma counselor. Hell, make it a twofer and go with him and help things along.”

I want to believe him. God, how I want to believe this could work.

“I’m scared,” I admit. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. Anything worth fighting for besides Gio.”

“I know. Me neither.” Finn moves to sit beside me on the bed, keeping one arm around my shoulders. “That’s why I’m not letting ye walk away without a fight.”

I lean into him, breathing in his scent. “I hate the idea of leaving you.”

“And I hate the idea of ye going,” he says softly. “But it’s a thousand times better than ye leaving me for good.”

We sit in silence for a moment, his fingers tracing circles on my shoulder.

“Do ye need to go now?” he asks.

I shake my head. “I was just so afraid of hurting us both more by waiting. I told Gio we’d go after we take down Gravely and it’s safe. I promised I’d help you finish this, and I will.”

Finn nods. “All right. Then we have a few days at least.”

I reach up to touch his face, tracing the line of his jaw. “I don’t know how to do this, Finn. I have to do right by Gio.”

“And we will,” he says simply. “We both will.”

The tears come again, but they’re different now—not the desperate sobs of goodbye, but something softer. Sadder, but maybe with a little hope woven through.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Finn

The glow of multiple monitors bathes my bedroom in blue light. Nyx sits cross-legged in the chair beside me, her focus locked on our overwatch tasks. We’ve been at this for hours, but we’re more energized now than when we started. Billy Gravely is going down tonight.

We all can feel it.

“Traffic cam 12 shows the supplier’s vehicle approaching from the north.” I zoom in on the black Range Rover with diplomatic plates. “Right on schedule.”

Nyx doesn’t look up from her screen. “I’ve got eyes on Gravely. He’s arriving at the meeting point with four guards.”

Our setup is a masterpiece of technological efficiency and is sexy as fuck.

Six monitors spread across my desk display different angles of Dublin’s dockyard. Traffic cameras, security feeds, satellite imagery—all hijacked and funneled through our system.

Two laptops run surveillance algorithms while another handles communications between us, my brothers, and theDevils. On the far right, a monitor displays the live feed from the body cameras worn by my brothers and their crew.

“Tag, supplier approaching your position. ETA two minutes,” I say into my headset.

“Copy that.” Tag’s voice comes through crisp and clear. “Everyone in position?”