“We’re going to protect her, right? That’s our job, that’s why Peter sent her here rather than keep her at his fortress where the fucking head was sent. Right?”
“Well, we need a way to lure the Fitzgeralds out into the open and become vulnerable so we can get our loyal MP to arrest them, yeah? And they want the bag and the girl, yeah? So…”
“We’re not using that girl as bait, Patrick! Jesus Christ. What’s going on with you? I know this case is personal, but my best mate would never suggest using an innocent girl to lure out crazed criminals into the open.”
“Oi! There is nothing wrong with me. This is the best chance we have to lure these murdering fucks out into the open!” Patrick shouted.
“Yes, there is something deeply wrong with you. Look, I’m upset about what happened to your mum, too, but that doesn’t mean we need to sacrifice an innocent woman to get your vengeance! Think about what you’re saying, mate!” James implored.
“I don’t fucking care what we have to sacrifice along the way, just as long as at the end of the day, Mickey Fitzgerald is sitting behind bars, paying for all of the crimes he has committed. She is nothing to me. Who cares if she’s collateral damage?” Patrick shouted, gesturing at his bedroom door.
James opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the slamming of a door. The two men whipped around to see Evelyn, disheveled from sleep standing in the room, tears in her eyes.
“Collateral damage?” she managed to whisper through her tears.
“Evelyn, I—” Patrick said, guilt starting to eat away at him.
She shook her head. “Don’t. I heard everything. These walls aren’t exactly soundproof, just so you know.” She closed her eyes and tried to will away the tears, but was quickly failing. “I need some air,” she gasped out, swinging open the door and running out into the hallway, leaving two shocked men behind staring after her.
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