BOOM!
Just like that, the line went dead and I froze as Melody grabbed the phone from my hands. “Neal? Neal?”
I grabbed Lucian by the throat, pulling him to m
e. “Get me a jet now!”
NEAL
I shifted the groceries in my arms as I searched for the key to the townhouse.
“Uncle Neal, can we get burgers?” Wyatt asked beside me, adjusting the cap and wig on his head.
“No, we will be eating in for a while,” I muttered. Where is this damn key?
“Uncle Neal—”
“Wyatt.” I sighed, pausing. “Go help Nana get the things out of the car, all right? And stop messing with your hat.”
“But it’s itchy.”
“Go,” I ordered. He grumbled, crossing his arms and stomping his light-up shoes as he went. Shaking my head, I focused on the keys as my phone rang. The only person who had the number was not calling until it was over…
I answered. “Liam?—”
“NEAL GET MY KIDS OUT OF THERE NOW!”
“Wh—” I heard the door click and before I could do more than take a step away—
BOOM!
I felt myself fly back into one of the parked cars on the side of the street. My whole body felt like it was on fire…it might have actually been.
“UNCLE NEAL!” Ethan screamed.
“NEAL!” My mother hollered and I rolled over in time to see the black shoes of the men as they grabbed Ethan, Wyatt, and Dona, all of them struggling in their arms.
“LET THEM GO!” My mother reached for them, but one of the men slapped her so hard she fell to the sidewalk.
Move! Come on move! FUCK! MOVE NEAL! GET THE FUCK UP! I mentally screamed at myself as I saw them being stuffed into the trunk of the car. The best I could do was bring my wrist to my mouth. With my tongue, I pushed the crown of my watch, forcing the case tube in and signaling the light on for backup.
“Neal!” My mother ran to me.
“I’m…okay…” I felt fine, but I knew that was bad. “This…this…isn’t Chicago…the Irish run…Boston. They…won’t…get…”
“Stop talking! I know, you idiot! We need to get you to the hospital!” she replied, blood all over her hands.
Is she hurt? I wanted to ask but keeping my eyes open took far more strength than it should have. The last thing I saw was men coming up behind her; I wanted to tell her to run but she just kept her eyes on me, sobbing.
Liam is gonna be pissed.
WYATT
“LET ME GO!” Dona bit one of them and he slapped her in the face, causing her to fall beside us.
“LEAVE HER ALONE!” I tried kicking them, only to get hit. They pushed all of our heads down before slamming the hood over us; everything went dark.
“LET US OUT! LET US OUT!” I kicked and kicked.