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The second Kinahan is apparently a little smarter. He stops about three feet away from me and pulls out his gun.

But then again, I have his boss in a headlock.

So maybe not so smart after all.

Laughing, I pull Murtagh into an upright position and make sure he’s right in front of me.

“You wanna shoot, buddy?” I taunt. “Go right the fuck ahead.”

Then I realize that, if his stooges are armed, Murtagh definitely is. I feel around in his waistband, while I keep my eyes on the two stooges in front of me.

“Don’t flatter yourself by the way,” I tell him as he struggles to free himself. “I don’t have ill intentions. Just need to find your gun.”

Jackpot.

I pull his gun out, cock it, and press it to his temple.

“In any case, you’re not my type.”

“You fucking asshole!” he rails against me.

I laugh. Mostly because it’s funny. But also because I know that the more I laugh, the more incensed he becomes.

“Saoirse,” I say, glancing at her. “Why don’t you head out? I’m sure you’re needed elsewhere.”

She steps into my line of sight and shakes her head. “I’m not leaving you here.”

“Babe, look at me. Do I look like I need help?” I ask before turning to the Kinahan goons. “Drop your weapons or your little boss here gets his brains blown out.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“Try me,” I growl. “Just fucking try me.”

“Put your guns down,” Murtagh hisses. I can tell how hard it is for him to give the command.

His men obey almost immediately.

“What good little trained dogs,” I praise. “Do you heel as well? Roll over? Play dead?”

One man just stares at me, expressionless and robotic. The other one huffs and puffs until he actually goes beet red.

“Kick the guns away,” I order.

Murtagh nods. Both men obey again.

“Well, this was fun,” I say, pushing Murtagh away from me.

I sigh and relax. I really don’t expect him to make another attempt on me. I mean, how many times does the fucker need to get his ass handed to him before he accepts that he’s no match for me?

But apparently, he’s got something to prove.

Because the moment I release him, he twists around and charges at me.

This time, I’m pissed.

I’m really fucking pissed.

So I put my all into the punch.


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