Tiernan A Dark Irish Mafia Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,16

to grasp a thread of logical thought long enough to identify them. There’s a large, bearded one—no, two. There’s one who looks older than the rest, the leader, I know him. One’s gangly and thin, and one is very familiar to me. He’s Fiona’s. That much I can remember. He’s the one that goes to Tiernan.

“Fucking killed him,” Tiernan says, looking with disgust at his bare hands that just took a man’s life. “Motherfucker. He said he’d never let her go. Said he’d always find her.”

The leader jerks his chin at the door. “Talk later. Move fucking now.” He grabs Tiernan by the arm and yanks him toward the door. “Boner, take him to the bunker until we lock this situation down. Tully, you and Carson get rid of the body.” He jerks his head toward me. “I’ll take the girl.”

I blink.

Take the girl?

“You bloody well will not,” I say through gritted teeth. “If you do, I’ll tell! I saw everything! I’ll tell everyone!”

But the leader’s with me now, and I faintly remember him.

Keenan?

He shakes his head. “Which is precisely why you’re coming with us.” He reaches into his pocket, takes out a handkerchief, and in moments, he’s got me gagged and tucked under his arm like I’m a little straw doll and this is just what he does on a Tuesday.

Jesus.

Tiernan’s eyes come to me but he doesn’t speak. For a guy who just defended me, he looks bloody fucking pissed.

I fight against my bonds, but a part of me doesn’t want to. I’m terrified about what they’ll do to me.

A part of me knows that what happened right now has changed my life forever, that there’s no going back to bloody anything. The McCarthy family is the most powerful crime ring in all of Ireland, maybe even all of the United Kingdom. And I’m being taken into their custody.

I shake my head and fight, but I’ve no more chance of getting away than a mouse does from a lion. I’m easily overpowered.

My logic seems to be returning, though. I try to piece it all together.

The man holding me’s Keenan.

The man who rescued me is Tiernan.

They’re taking Tiernan to the bunker because he killed a man and his life could be forfeit. And me?

I don’t know what the bloody hell they’re doing with me.

Chapter 5

Tiernan

“Let me fucking go, Lachlan.”

I try to shrug him off. Like Nolan, he’s both my Clan brother and my brother-in-law, so we have a bond unlike I do with the others. Every member of the Clan takes vows of loyalty, but Nolan and Lachlan are different. They know me more intimately than the others.

“Not on your fucking life,” Lachlan mutters. “And if you keep fighting me, I’ll call in back-up.”

I’m trying to get away from him, but he holds me fast and shoves me into an awaiting car.

“Bunker,” he says to the driver. I look to see it’s Boner.

“He’s our fucking driver tonight?”

“Aye,” Lachlan mutters. “Feckin’ bunker won’t save us from that.”

I want to laugh, but it ends on a sigh.

“Jesus, Tiernan, what the bloody hell were you thinking?”

I swivel my gaze to his. Is he serious?

“If you heard Fiona screaming, and you came running, and you found a man who was trying to rape her who also promised he’d find her and kill her, what would you do? Hmm?” I glare at him. “Gently suggest anger counseling?”

He growls, the visual I painted clearly inciting fury. “I’d tear off his dick and shove it up his arse before I murdered him with my bare hands.”

“Course you would,” I say. “So you understand, then.”

He gives me a withering look. “That girl is no Fiona to you, though, Tiernan.” He’s been married to my sister for several years, and the two of them were damn near fated to be together.

He’s right, but I’m not in the mood. How do I fucking know what came over me?

“Shut it, Lach. I don’t want your fucking lecture.”

He raises his brows and opens his mouth, then closes it again quickly.

“You’re right,” he says with annoying patience. “I’ll save that for Keenan.” He narrows his eyes on me. “But I hope he assigns me your bloody fucking punishment.”

My stomach actually tightens at that. If Keenan sentences me for punishment for my reckless behavior, there will be no fighting back. I’ll take it, as I’m meant to.

Will he, though?

I blow out a breath and look out the window. “Fucking worth it,” I mutter.

“The bastard came there to kill you,” Boner says while he