After Niklaus had gone, Reagan had been too anxious to go back to sleep, too afraid that before he was able to get back to her, something terrible would have happened. She didn’t doubt that he was capable, she knew from the stories his scars told that he could persevere, but that didn’t help her from thinking of the worst things possible.

Until he had come back.

Until he had walked in and smiled at her as though nothing was wrong, as though he hadn’t left hours ago for a job where he could have been killed.

She knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t ever be easy watching him leave. When he came back to her, whenever that might be, that would make it easier to handle.

During those wee hours of the morning, when she was at home in his arms, she didn’t think she could fear anything else.

---

The next morning, Niklaus was already gone by the time she woke up, but his side of the bed was still warm so she knew he hadn’t been gone for long.

She had just caught sight of it out her bedroom window as she was turning over, the column of smoke tunneling in the air. Reagan didn’t know why the sight of it made adrenaline kick through her veins, but she knew, just knew that it was the pub.

Not paying attention to the clothes she threw on, Reagan left everything behind as she hurried out, flying down the stairs and out the door as she started in the direction of the pub, nearly taking off at a run as she saw the haze of people far up ahead.

She could see the flames long before she had even gotten close, the smoke dark against the blue sky. The closer she got the more anguish she felt. It wasn’t just a fire, but an end to everything. She had worked so hard for the pub.

Like watching her dreams turn to ash…

“I can fix this,” she whispered to herself, slowing down when she got close, stopping at the edge of the crowd so she could see.

Sure, she had insurance that covered this sort of thing, but sometimes it took months before anything could move forward. If in the case of arson, sometimes it took years for the insurance company to complete its investigation.

Considering that she had been late with her payments, they might very well think she was behind this.

No, she just had to remember that it was just a building. Hopefully no one was hurt.

There was a police officer up ahead, taking a statement from a woman gesturing to the building and telling the man what she saw, but before Reagan could head in his direction, something hard and unyielding pressed against her back, just as an arm curved around her shoulders.

“Say a word and I’ll put a bullet in your fucking side.”

She froze at the sound of Liam’s voice, not daring to look at his face.

“Walk with me.”

Reagan did as he asked, following him back around the crowd and down the street, towards the SUV she hadn’t noticed on her way down here.

He had set her up.

He must have purposefully done this to bring her out. Practically forcing her into the backseat, he hardly gave her any room to move as the driver pressed their foot to the gas, the car lurching forward as they took off.

As her fear deepened, she couldn’t help but think she should have called Niklaus before she left.

---

Fucking bullshit.

“What the hell happened?” Niklaus asked as he and Celt reviewed the footage they’d taken at the park with Elias and his men.

Out of seven cameras, none of them had footage they could use to get any more information on Elias. Sure, one could see Donovan just fine, his face coming through perfectly clear, but Elias on the other hand, it was as if someone had erased where his face would be and instead added a blinding light.

“Only ever saw that once,” Celt said as he played the footage back once more, trying to scrub it as though that might help. “A long time ago. It’s a special kind of spray that causes a camera to not pick up a person’s face—better than a mask because no one realizes the cameras can’t see it.”

“So we have nothing on him?”

They had already checked for a license plate on the car, but that too had been blocked out. While knowing his name might have been helpful, they couldn’t find anything on him.

It was as if Elias Harrington didn’t exist.

Celt shook his head. “Did you think this would be easy? If he’s going up against the Kingmaker, he had to be worth half his stones.”

Niklaus grudgingly agreed to that, pulling his phone free from his pocket and he checked the caller ID, surprised to find Mishca’s name flashing back at him.

“What do you need?”

“We have a problem.”

“No shit? We always have a problem, but what is it today?”

“Reagan.”

Niklaus was already on his feet, heading to the elevator before he even finished saying her name. “Talk quickly, Russian.”

“Someone lit up that pub you said she owns. I had Luka go by her place after I heard, but he said she’s not there.”

“Why didn’t he call me?” By the time he made it to his car, Niklaus was in strategy mode.

“I needed him out looking for her as opposed to going back and forth with you about this. Looks to be your Irishman. The other, Rourke, I think that's his name, has already gone into hiding. His father’s remains were found, said to have been suicide.”

Niklaus knew firsthand how untrue that statement was, and since the brothers knew of their father’s meeting, they likely knew that to be true as well.

“If he thought you were dead, and taking into account what happened to his father, he may want someone to answer for it.”

It made sense. “I need a location.”

“He only has so many places in the city he can use. Where would he take her?”

That was the very question Niklaus was asking himself.

---

Liam was acting strange.

Usually, he was calm and collected, careful never to let any emotion betray him, but this…this was the angriest she had ever seen him.

“Why are—”

“Shut up!” She did exactly that. “I had it handled. Everything was under my control until you started fucking that Russian.”

He came towards her, backing her into a corner, the barrel of his gun pressed against the underside of her chin.

“You played innocent with me, but you spread your legs like a slag the minute he came around. What? Did you prefer married men?”

Reagan was confused, not understanding what he was getting at, until it suddenly dawned on her. He thought Niklaus and Mishca were one in the same.

“You know, I don’t think so.”

They both turned at the new voice, and Reagan was tempted to feel ease at the sight of Luka walking through the entryway, but from what she could see, he didn’t have a weapon on him. Nor did he wear a vest like the one Niklaus wore.

“I like to think that those two are different.”

“Who the feck are you?” Liam demanded, grabbing hold of Reagan’s arms and yanking her to his side.

“Luka. Valon. Different names to different people. Take your pick, I won’t be offended—but I’ll warn you. Who you call out for, you might not like who answers.”

“Whoever you are, I suggest you stay behind the line or I’ll put a bullet in your skull.”

“It’s been a while since I got shot so…”

The first time she had been around Luka, she had been confused by the split personality he seemed to have, issuing threats one moment, spouting random things the next.

This time, now that she was on the other side of it, she could see what he was doing, the careful ploy of keeping Liam focused on one thing as opposed to what Liam was actually doing.

With each step that Luka took, Liam countered it, subconsciously moving them in a circle, but soon, Liam realized what was happening.

Instead of leaving the gun trained on Luka, who didn’t seem bothered by it at all, he turned it on Reagan instead. And this time, Luka actually had a reaction to it.

“I wouldn’t fucking do that.”

“No? And what the feck are you going to do about it?”

“There’ll be a hollow tip bullet lodged into your thick ass skull. That work for you?”

“I’d have you shot dead before you could grab your piece.”

“Are you sure about that, McCarthy? I would be very sure of that before you go off making promises.”

Now, Liam had the gun aimed back at Luka.

“Try it, you Russian shithead.”

“First, I’m Albanian—different, yes? Second, you made only one mistake today,” he said as he lowered his hands, his shoulders relaxing as though the danger was over, as though Liam wasn’t readying to shoot her in the head because of him.

“Yeah?” Liam returned, his grip on her tightening. “What was that?”

Luka’s chin jerked up. “You stepped in front of that window.”

Silence followed that statement, as Reagan was just as confused as Liam had to be, but as she tried to make sense of what he was saying, there was the sharp sound of glass splintering, then Liam jerked hard, blood spraying them both.

Yelping in surprise, she tried to scramble out of the way as Liam fell forward, slamming into the ground, blood spanning out beneath his head. The glass behind them was still intact, with the lone exception of a small hole where a bullet had gone through.

“Huh,” Luka said, looking from the body to the window. “Remind me to get bulletproof windows.” Then, as though there wasn’t a dead man lying in a pool of blood, he asked, “Ready?”

Reagan took one last look at Liam, and almost felt bad that she wasn’t feeling more horror at the fact that he was dead and the man she loved had taken his life.

No, she only felt relieved.

By the time they made it outside of the building, she could see Niklaus running towards her. He didn’t stop until he had her swept up in his arms.

“How did you get here so fast?” she mumbled into the side of his neck, her eyes closed as she held him tight.

“A little bird hacked the security cameras.”

“That fast?”

Niklaus shrugged. “You don’t know Winter.”

“I’m going to go clean up the body,” Luka called with a wave of his hand as he headed back inside the building.

“What happened to Rourke?”

“If he’s smart, he’s back in Ireland hoping the borders can protect him. And you already know about the father.”

He had told her all about it, though she was sure he had left out a number of details. But she hadn’t called him on this one—she didn’t think she wanted details as to how a man died.

“And now they won’t be a problem anymore.”

Not for her. Nor Jimmy. Nor anyone else that was being hustled by the pair of brothers.

In mere weeks, Niklaus had solved another problem for her.

He had always been rather good at that.

“Do you have another job?” she asked as he set her back on her feet, gazing up. “Are you leaving again?”

She might not have known what jobs he had been on before, so she hadn’t seen the beginning or the end, but now she was right in the middle of it.

“Not if I’m staying with you.”

She smiled. “What exactly are you asking?”

His lips tilted up into a smile that made her heart ache with happiness. “A few nights, or all of them. Your choice.”

She had never been able to resist him, not then, and definitely not now.