I’m falling in love with her.
Seeing Rose in my space has only made me realize how much I want her to be here, always. She’s smart but stubborn, beautiful and sexy at the same time. She’s everything I could ever want in a woman.
The sky outside is almost dark, though, and I know I have to leave. As much as I want to spend every minute with my new wife, there’s business waiting for me.
I leave her in bed as she dozes lightly and head to Tír na Nóg. I know if everything is sorted with the Messinas, I’ll have more time for Rose. For our future. There’s so much I want to do, so much I want for us.
As I step into the club, the pulsing music rises to greet me. The strippers are at work already, some of the drunk men by the booths cheering them on. I don’t pay much attention to any of the people beneath the neon lights as I walk, only glancing over the crowd enough to pick up a problem if I see one.
It’s a typical night. It feels like a while since I’ve been here.
I figure I can settle in to do some work in the back, so I shut the door and try to focus. The faster I’m done, the sooner I get to see Rose, but I’m not rushing anything. Good work means a strong family.
Less than an hour passes, and I’m going over a spreadsheet when my phone rings. Connor’s name flashes on the screen as I lift it to my ear.
“Connor? What is it? Are you at the—”
“Aiden!”
He’s out of breath. I sit up straighter, my pulse already kicking into high gear as the tone of his voice sets off alarm bells in my head.
“Aiden,” he repeats, grunting as if in pain. “There was an attack on the warehouse. It’s bad.”
CHAPTER31
Aiden
I leap out of my seat. I can hear Connor panting on the other end of the line, his breath ragged. My mind races, my chest tight with anger and worry.
What the fuck?
“We’ll be right there,” I say. “Hold tight.”
There’s no time to think. I hang up and then send a distress message to Lachlan and Finn, and they meet me outside a moment later.
“What the fuck is happening?” Finn asks, ducking into the car as Lachlan gets behind the wheel. He barely shuts the door as Lachlan peels away from the curb in a blink and we speed away from the club, street lights flashing by while we race to the warehouse.
“I don’t know,” I say shortly. “Got a call from Connor. He said there was an attack at the warehouse.”
My entire body is tense, my pulse drumming a harsh beat in my ears.
What the fuckishappening?
There are a thousand things that could have happened in the time since Connor called. Even before that, I don’t know what led to this apparent attack. Is it still happening? Was it large? Small?
Was it a bomb, or people?
I can’t think of a reason for anyone to hit the warehouse, no matter how I rack my brain. No one but our people even knows about it.
So, what is this?
We race through the streets of Boston, and after a few moments, the building comes into sight on the horizon. I can hear the leather creak as all of us collectively lean forward in our seats, desperately trying to get a better view of what’s happening.
It’s not on fire, so that’s good.
Lachlan stops just short of the building. Finn is halfway out before the car even parks, his gun drawn. Lachlan slides out after him, his own weapon in his hand as he scans the dark building.
Suddenly, I catch sight of Connor in the distance, stumbling a little. He looks like shit. He’s weaving away from the warehouse door, one hand on the wall to keep himself steady.
