Bronagh tensed in my arms. “He is a good person, you fuckin’ prick. He doesn’t need a reason to keep people safe!”
Trent’s eyes roamed over Bronagh in a way that twisting my stomach into knots.
“Say fucking one more time, baby.”
Bronagh glared at him. “You’re a vile creature.”
Trent narrowed his eyes. “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby. Let’s see what names you call me after I fuck that smart mouth right out of you.”
I pushed her behind me. “You touch her, and I will kill you for real this time!”
“Oh, I’ll be touching her. I seem to have a need to fuck Slater bitches,” Trent taunted. “Nala was a fighter, but I’m betting little Irish here will give me one hell of a time.”
My body went rigid.
“You said you killed her,” I said to Marco.
“I never said that,” he answered. “I said I couldn’t let her leave my house alive. She did die that day but not by my hand. She died by his.”
Trent looked proud of himself, happy even.
“I knew you loved her, and after she rejected me, what better revenge could I get on you for almost killing me? Killing your heart, of course. She screamed as well, so loud I almost wanted to cap her before I was even finished fucking her, but I didn’t. I got a shot at all her holes before I blew her mind. Literally.”
No one was quick enough to stop me from getting to my target this time. I slammed into Trent and knocked us both to the ground. I raised my hand and rapidly punched Trent in the face until hands yanked me off him.
“She was ten weeks pregnant!” I screamed, violently trying to reach Trent again. “I’ll kill you for this!”
Trent got to his feet and rubbed the blood away from his nose and mouth. “So I killed your bitch and your kid? Fuck me, talk about killing two birds with one stone, or one bullet as it was.”
I roared and attempted to attack him again, but the arms around me kept me still. All the focus was on me, so everyone was surprised when Bronagh suddenly charged at Trent. She jumped on him and punched, slapped, and dug her nails into his face, making him scream. Satisfaction filled me as she hurt him. When he knocked her off his body and kicked her in the stomach, I roared for him to stop, but he didn’t listen to me.
“I’m going to make you scream, bitch. You will see how much of a vile creature I can fucking be.”
Trent attempted to hit Bronagh again, but Marco moved next to him and grabbed his raised arm.
“Enough! I need her alive. How many times do I have to fucking say that?”
Trent slowly lowered his arm. “But Uncle—”
“No buts. You can have the other one. This one belongs to Nico, and I need him, and he needs her, so she is off-limits. Do you understand that, boy?” Marco asked Trent, his gaze now a glare.
Trent swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
The men who were holding me suddenly released me, and I dropped to my knees, agony flowing through my veins.
“If you keep it together for the rest of this meeting, then you can have this one to play with.”
Someone was dragged into the room, and I had no idea who it was until Bronagh screamed, “Alannah!” She crawled over to her body and felt her neck for a pulse.
“Is she alive?” I asked, panicked.
“Yes,” she called back as she gathered Alannah into her arms and glared at Marco as if daring him to touch her.
He laughed. “I like you, kiddo. You have heart, but I’m not sure if that makes you brave or stupid.”
“Probably both,” Bronagh replied.
He winked. “I definitely like you.”
“Yeah, well I fuckin’ hate you!”
Marco snorted. “You wouldn’t be the first or the last to hate me, kiddo.”
I crawled over to the girls and put my body in front of theirs. Trent was laughing at our little huddle but stopped when he heard the noise of gunshots come from the stairway entrance to Darkness. The doors were slightly open, allowing us to hear them. Bronagh reached for my arm and gave it a squeeze.
Marco grinned. “The Slater brothers are here.”
Trent moved into the shadows to my left while Marco’s men drew guns from inside their coats. Marco, too, took out a handgun. Twenty seconds passed before the doors to the entrance of the stairway were fully kicked open. I was relieved when Dominic, Ryder, Alec, and Kane all walked in with guns in their hands. They didn’t raise and point them at anyone, though, because Marco and his men had their guns pointed at us.
Dominic locked eyes on Bronagh, and I could tell from one look that he was willing to move mountains to make her safe.