Page 78 of Dangerously
“You be careful. I have the easy job.”
“None of this is easy.”
“Go,” March shoos me away.
This is where things start to get stressful. I breathe deeply, keeping my composure, creeping through the house. Ronan’s bedroom used to be upstairs, but I’m gambling on the fact that he’s residing in his grandfather's suite now. He always coveted what the old man had. His position of power and his bedroom especially.
The house is so quiet. Not a sound can be heard except for the ancient creaks and cracks, which are working in my favor The Victorian is so old, the damn thing makes noises at all hours of the day and night. Sometimes you’d swear it’s haunted.
I make it to Ronan’s door without any hiccups. I talk myself down from what I'm going to find inside. Fallon, in his bed. Lying beside him, pretending to be his. That shit ends now.
Turning the knob as slowly and as quietly as I can, I manage to get inside without a sound. And just as I was expecting, Fallon and Ronan are fast asleep. Together, side by side, half-naked and oh-so susceptible.
Tiptoeing to Ronan’s side of the bed, I lift the barrel of the AK to his face and poke him in the eye. “Wake up, motherfucker.”
Ronan’s eyelids fly open. “Don’t make one fucking move.” I press the gun to his forehead, and he freezes.
“Declan?” Fallon wakes up. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“What I should have done months ago. What I tried to do.” I squeeze on the trigger, ready to obliterate Ronan’s brains all over his pillow. “Fallon, get out of here. Go out of the window,” I order her.
“Have you gone fucking crazy?”
“Baby, I have always been crazy. You know that. Now get the fuck out of this asshole’s bed. It’s about to get messy.”
“You’re a fucking dead man,” Ronan threatens me, and I laugh.
“You’re the one about to meet his Lord and Savior. I don’t see any room left for threats.”
“Mr. Kennedy, we just did a spot check, and the baby is gone,” one of Ronan’s foot soldier’s bursts into the room. It takes his eyes a second to focus in the dark, but when he realizes what’s happening, he pulls his gun and opens fire.
I retaliate by spraying a rainbow of bullets all over the room. Everyone takes cover.
“Fallon, go!” I bark as a shootout erupts.
“It’s stuck!” She pushes on the window, but it won't budge.
“Get down.” I draw one of my other guns and shoot out the glass. She dives through the window as bullets still fly. I continue to cover us as I climb out after her, a shot whizzing right by my head.
“Go! Go! Run! Run!” I grab her arm and pull, still firing off rounds with my handgun. Once we make it onto the street, headlights turn on, and March peels out from his parking spot. We both dive into the car while it’s still practically moving and speed away.
“Did you kill him?”Is the first thing that comes flying out of March’s mouth.
“No,” I pant, ripping my goggles off and throwing them down.
“What do you mean, no?” March’s voice elevates so high it cracks.
“They found out Aisling was missing. Came to warn him. Turned into a shit show.” I look back at Aisling. “Hey, baby.” I reach for her, almost crying tears. I'm so happy to see her again.
“Da-Da.” She holds my fingers tightly.
“Where’s my warm greeting?” Fallon asks.
“I was just getting there.” I turn all the way around in my seat to kiss her, and instead, I am met with a flying fist.
“You fucking crazy asshole!” She clocks me one.
“Ohhhhh, damn,” March exaggerates.
