There was a scream of pain.
He allowed himself a small grin, adrenaline pumping through him.
A feminine voice cried out. Fuck. He peeked over the car to see that the skinny guy had wised up. He’d hauled Miller to her feet and had her in front of him, his gun pressed against her temple.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he said in a crazed voice. “Come out, come out, or I shoot her head off.”
Dylan cursed quietly under his breath. He slowly stood.
“Put the gun down and raise your hands, asshole.”
Dylan slowly complied, trying not to look at Cillian as he snuck up behind the skinny guy, a brick in his hand.
Rogan and Brandt were still going for it, but Dylan wasn’t worried about them. Rogan could take care of himself.
The skinny guy grinned, certain he had won. “Good, now say bye-bye, world.” He raised his gun at Dylan just as Cillian swung the brick, hitting him in the head. For a moment, he stood there, then he slowly crumpled to the ground.
The girl dropped with him. Dylan wasn’t sure if she’d fainted or was injured. He grabbed his gun and raced around the car as another car pulled up. Fuck, more of the bastards?
Dylan raised his gun.
***
“What do we do?” Tilly asked Aedan as he put down his phone.
Aedan frowned. “Rogan’s not answering his phone and neither is Cillian.”
“They’re in trouble, Aedan. I feel it.”
“Okay, I know which restaurant they were at. I’ll head over and see if they’re still there.”
“Shouldn’t we get some help? Colm’s asleep upstairs, we could get him or call Brandt,” she suggested.
Aedan shook his head. “Rogan thinks he’s got a traitor, but he hasn’t figured out who it is. Best not to trust anyone right now.”
“I’m coming with you,” she said, following him out of the room.
He turned, looking down at her fiercely. “No way. If they really are in trouble, Dylan will have a fit if you turn up.”
“You let me worry about Dylan. He can spank my butt every night for a month. I’m still coming with you.”
“It’s not your butt I was worried about,” Aedan muttered. His phone rang and he grabbed it out of his pocket.
Tilly waited anxiously, hoping it was Rogan or Dylan.
“How did you get this number?” Aedan snapped. “What?” His face grew alarmed. “How do you know that?”
Aedan glanced at her then away. “How do I know this is good information? All right…yeah…okay.”
He shut off the call and put his phone back in his pocket. “Go and wake Colm. Tell him it’s urgent.”
“You know where they are?”
“If Jimmy’s info is good,” Aedan said grimly.
“Jimmy?” she questioned.
“Yes, that was him on the phone. I’ll explain on the way. Get Colm.”