Page 122 of Glass Omega

No. We needed to get rid of the generation of men who were alive long before the invention of the computer. They could either choose to retire peacefully to a life of relaxation or we would make them retire in less than savory ways.

“He’ll be fine. His father is probably the least of our worries. You find Liam or Rory yet?”

Ever since the night of the fire and aside from Rhodes’ grainy video footage, we hadn’t seen either of the men.

I assumed that they were somewhere in one of Volkov’s properties, but one call to Isaac Vance confirmed that neither of the men were in his custody.

That was the loose end that was still bothering me.

Rory Flannagan was one of my most loyal men and Perrie told me that he’d been forced to help Volkov’s men get onto the property, even apologizing to her.

So where was he? And where was Liam Flannagan?

I wouldn’t feel comfortable or secure until we found them.

With a sigh I stood up from my desk and crossed the room to get a drink.

“Whiskey this late at night will give you heartburn,” Perrie chastised without looking up from her laptop.

We hadn’t been married longer than four months and she was already nagging me about my health. With a sigh I opened the little mini fridge next to my liquor cart and pulled out a bottle of pale ale, offering one to Rhodes who took it gratefully.

“You know, my darling,” I said as I took a swig of the ale. It was fine, but definitely not the aged whiskey that I’d been going for. “Sometimes heartburn is worth it for a couple of fingers of whiskey.”

Gray eyes finally lifted from her computer to look at me incredulously. “You say that and then complain about heartburn while we’re in bed together. I swear our nightstand is going to be full of lube and Pepto Bismol if you keep it up…”

Perrie trailed off, her auburn brows drawing together as she frowned.

“Pet?”

The bottle of ale in Rhodes hands slipped out, shattering as his expression shifted from laughter to shock.

Following Perrie’s confused gaze down, I found a glowing red dot in the center of my chest.

Time slowed as I glanced up at my two pack members who were starting to move like sand towards me, their mouths opening to say my name as I moved to try and avoid the inevitable.

The sound of shattering glass filled my ears as a bullet ripped through my shoulder, sending me spinning.

“Get down!” I managed to holler as Rhodes did the right thing and jumped for our omega, pulling her down to the ground as my knees gave out and I crumpled right alongside them.

“What’s happening!” Perrie’s shrill cry came over the sound of more bullets whizzing into the room, shattering the long windows that lined the entire wall behind my desk.

Somehow, instinctively, I knew it was Liam. My one loose end and the only one who had someone who knew enough information about my plan to take full control of the Keane clan.

With difficulty, I pulled myself along the carpet and propped myself up against the back of my desk. It was only seconds before Perrie was next to me, sobbing and pressing her hands into the wound in my shoulder. It was still too close to my center mass for comfort.

Gazing down at it dazedly, my brain registered that there was quite a bit of blood seeping from the wound. Almost too much. Had the bullet nicked something important? I sure hoped the fuck not.

“It’s a coup,” I spat to Rhodes who looked worse than I felt as he knelt on my other side. I could feel their raging panic down the bond even as I tried to shut my own end off so that they wouldn’t have to feel the sheer amount of pain I was in. “These fuckers decided to have their own coup before I could have mine.”

I’d seemingly avoided one war with the five families only to be right in the middle of a civil one with the men who were supposed to support me.

Fuck, at least I knew I was right in trying to oust them.

Turning to Rhodes, I made sure his dark eyes met mine before I spoke again. “You know what you need to do now.”

“No,” the other man rasped, his eyes going from me to Perrie who was still trying to stanch my bleeding wound with the cardigan she’d been wearing.

We’d discussed a lot of contingency plans when I first decided it was time to take control. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but now as bullets continued to rain down on my study and Icould hear shouting in the hallway, I knew that this needed to happen. It wasn’t safe for Perrie to be here anymore.

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