I got up in his personal space, my adrenaline still going. He had no clue how close he’d been to winding up in the hospital—or worse, a body bag—had I not shown up when I did. That reality hadn’t truly set in for me yet, either.

“What in the John Wick was that back there?” He flung his arms out wide with the question, so I grabbed hold of one of them.

Free will didn’t apply for him like it would for Lennon. He was coming with me whether he liked it or not.

I glanced back to see two of the Sicilians hovering, waiting for us to leave. “Come on. Move.” I took the first step, giving him no choice but to walk. “Where’s Izzy?” I asked Hudson who had our six, staying close behind us.

“I told her to wait for us at the bar.”

“Take her out of here and grab our SUV. Wait for the two of us outside the entrance we came in,” I ordered.

He nodded and took off once we were on the first level.

Colin pulled free of my hold and rushed to get to his girlfriend. She met him halfway, and he pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her blonde hair at the side of her neck.

“Is she staying or coming with us?” I asked him, needing to break up their reunion.

She untangled herself from my son’s arms, and I couldn’t help but notice the Claddagh ring I had apparently bought on her ring finger. “What in the bleeden’ hell is going on?” she asked, boldly sizing me up.

Colin scrubbed his free hand over his face. “It’s complicated.”

Tell me about it.

“Will you leave with us, though?” he asked her, and loud music or not, I could hear the desperation and love in his voice. “Lennon?” The hitch of pain in his voice when he said her name, as if worried she might reject him, gutted me on his behalf.

This was going to be a problem.

“Like hell is she going with you. Jamie just called,” an Irish guy I’d clocked at Jamie’s VIP table earlier said, joining in on the conversation while keeping a phone to his ear.

“Time to go.” I tugged Colin’s arm. If I had to embarrass him and drag him out of there over my shoulder, I would. Either way, he was leaving with me.

The girl glanced nervously between Colin and the Irishman, who was old enough to be her father.

Fuck, I’m apparently old enough to be her father.