Despite promising myself I would stay awake, so I could spend some time talking with Shane, I must have drifted off to sleep because the sound of the door bursting open wakes me. My eyes snap open and my heart starts to hammer against my ribcage. Shane is still here with me and he jolts awake too.
“Shane!” Mikey shouts as he runs into the room. “They came to the club. The Russians. They’ve taken him.”
Shane and I both sit up at the same time. “What? Taken who, Mikey?” he shouts.
It seems like my heart stops beating now as I look at Mikey’s face, and then I see Conor running into the room behind him. I feel the anger vibrating through Shane’s body as the bile surges up from my stomach and I fight the urge to be sick.
“Liam!”
