Filthy King: A DARK, MAFIA ROMANCE (The Five Points' Mob Collection Book 7) by Serena Akeroyd

Author:Serena Akeroyd [Akeroyd, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Serena Akeroyd Publishing Ltd.
Published: 2022-06-01T18:30:00+00:00

26

AIDAN

"Savannah! NO!" I spat, getting there a scant second too late before the heavy-duty flashlight collided with Finn's temple.

I'd have laughed if we weren't in a hostage situation. Instead, I grimaced when Finn wobbled and sank to the ground, his knees thudding against the blood-soaked wooden boards.

"Finn?" Declan snapped. "What the fuck?"

"Finn?! Oh, shit! I thought—I…"

When she stopped talking, that was when I knew she was in shock.

Savvie was a talker, after all.

"The bullet!" she whispered before she groaned. "Our kidnappers would have had a key. I’m so sorry, Finn!"

How she wasn’t a bubbling mass of panic was something I’d figure out later.

Instead, carefully grabbing her, I dragged her away from the door and tucked her behind me as Declan slipped into the shed with Brennan.

The spot-lit area behind them fucked with my eyes. We were in light and in shadow all at the same time.

"I'm never letting him live this down," Brennan drawled even as he was helping pick our brother up.

Declan's chuckle was low as he agreed, "Me either. Good aim, Savvie."

I grunted. "Less of the congratulations. What the fuck took you so long to get here?"

"Jesus, Aidan," Brennan grated out. "You've been gone like two hours."

My mouth worked. "Oh." Shit. "Sorry," was my sheepish retort.

"Sorry looks good on you," Savvie muttered at my back, especially when Brennan and Declan shot me astonished looks.

Yeah, I didn't say sorry often.

My bad.

"I thought we'd been gone longer. I don't have a clue what's happening."

"He was passed out for a while," Savvie told my brothers. "He probably has a concussion."

"Makes sense. That's why fuckface said sorry," Declan mumbled with a snort.

"Where are we?" I demanded, finally able to itemize the pain I was in and organize it so that I wasn't dealing with it right now.

The agony from my knee was one thing, but heroin withdrawals made that pain look like a walk in the park.

A concussion and a dislocated fucking shoulder were nothing by comparison.

"Docks by Coney Island Water Treatment Plant."

I frowned. "So we really are on Russian soil?"

"This wasn't approved by Lyanov," Brennan assured me. "I asked him straight out if we were allowed to enter his territory."

"Good thinking." I reached up to rub my aching head. "Who's out there?"

"No one. Anthony was on guard duty but he's out cold now Eoghan's treated his kneecaps to some pampering."

"He kneecapped him?" Savvie blurted out. "Fuck, and I missed it!"

Declan chuckled. "You're sick, Savvie."

"Watch it," I groused.

"Nah, there's no denying that I've got a skewed moral compass," was my wife's response. "Plus, I'm telling you, I will stab one of these fuckers in the eye. There were two of them who brought us here. Did you get the second guy?"

"Jonesy left for Hell's Kitchen as we infiltrated—"

"Jonesy," she shrieked. "That piece of shit betrayed the Five Points and then betrayed us too? What's he going to do as a hat trick?"

I had an idea... not that I was going to say it yet.

But the fuckers behind this ridiculous plot had made a massive mistake—taking me was one thing.

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