Page 48 of Lorcan

Killian and Conor shared an exchange. “Well, the Russians do seem to keep to themselves a lot.”

Great.

I didn’t know them that well either but they seemed to keep an iron fist on their dealings in Russia. I’d like to think they were here for a good reason and not to betray us, but I really couldn’t trust anyone these days.

“Boss,” Declan came running, almost out of breath. “Amity is at the docks, shooting at shit.”

Conor grabbed his piece and ran out the door, I followed and so did Killian. We all jumped in the car and took off for the docks.

“Why the hell would she be so brazen?” I asked, angrily.

“Why is it just Amity?” Killian asked. Conor slammed on the brakes before we left the estate.

“You’re right,” he said. “Kill, get out and go and look for the fucker. There’s got to be a reason they split up and are back in town.”

Killian jumped out of the car and we took off to the docks. I checked my pieces were locked and loaded as Conor sped his way to the docks. When we pulled up, everything was quiet, but I could see the bullet holes in everything.

“Why the fuck would she come here?” I asked him.

“No idea.”

“It’s where Luke died,” Declan said. Shit.

A sound alerted us to where she was. In the office. Conor led us over to the demountable and opened the door to find Amity, gun beside her with a bottle of whiskey in one hand as she looked through files.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she asked, laughing as tears ran down her face. “This was never about you.”

Conor edged to the side, and she aimed the piece at him to make him stop. “What do you want, Amity?”

“Want?” she asked, her brow knitting in confusion. “I don’t want anything. I know you’re going to kill me, it’s why I came here, but there is something you should know.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “What is that?”

Her eyes moved to me, and she softened a little. “You know, Lorcan, I never really had an issue with you. You seemed to keep the boys in line, and I never understood why you kept to yourself, holed up in that large estate on the hill. Why didn’t you just lead the family like your daddy wanted?”

“It wasn’t mine to lead,” I told her. “We’re a family. We rule as we want, and we’re stronger together.”

“You might be right,” she said, lifting the gun again, and looking down at it as if she’d never seen it before. I had a bad feeling about this.

“I thought Ronan actually cared, and then again, I thought Killian cared about me once too.”

“It was always going to be Sloane for him,” Conor said. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be loved by someone else.”

She laughed a little psychotically, but I knew it was painful. I could hear the pain in her laughter. “It was always fucking Sloane. I’ve loved him for as long as I could remember, and that bitch broke him, and yet he still went back to loving her.”

“Where is Ronan?” I asked her, sensing she was about to do something really stupid.

She looked up at me, fresh tears falling over her cheeks as she smiled at me. “I feel really bad for you guys. Honestly, this whole coup has been happening against you for years and you had no idea.”

“Where is Ronan?”

She sighed. “He’s in Italy. I thought you would have figured that out by now.”

I looked to Conor, panic rising in my chest. “Why?”

“To terrorise you, of course. How haven’t you guessed who is behind it all?”

“Amity…tell us.”

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