Page 59 of Lorcan

“That’s good. How is she?”

Killian shrugged. “She doesn’t talk to me. Sloane told me she is putting up a front, typical Tee shit. She’ll open up to you.”

I knew she would, but I didn’t think I could cope with her falling apart on me, not now. I needed to remain tough, I needed to be powerful, I needed people to look up to me.

I needed to be old school Lorcan O’Farrell.

The Lorcan I was when Clem died and I closed off my heart to everyone. The guy who even Killian shuddered to deal with.

I needed to be Finneas’ son. The son he always wanted me to be.

I needed to be a monster.

I grabbed my phone and my gun and I headed to the cars. Grabbing a key to my car, I jumped in and tore out of the estate grounds and toward the hospital. I needed to get patched up, enough that I could do some real shit.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Hazel asked me, a look of annoyance on her face. I liked her, she had balls and I needed someone who was going to call me on my bullshit.

“Yeah, I’ve gotta do this. Patch me up, make it so I can walk. Give me drugs, whatever the fuck it takes so I can take care of business.”

She sighed, took another look at my open wound and shoved me back on the bed. I groaned as she cleaned the wound, sending sharp pangs of pain all through my stomach.

“You know you’re lucky this wound wasn’t an inch to the left or you’d be six feet under right now.”

“So I’ve been told.”

I grunted as she started to sew the wound up, as hard as she could. Fucking witch, but I knew she was doing it because I wasn’t going to budge on needing to go to war. She wanted me to stay in bed like a fucking wanker and wait until it all blows over.

It’s not in my DNA.

“If you’re really going to do this, and not rest like you’ve been urged, then I’ll give you a shot. It should help with the pain and give you enough energy to take on whoever the fuck is doing this to you and your family.”

“I knew you’d warm up to me eventually, nurse ratched,” I smirked. Her annoyance was evident as she slapped the bandage on my wound, sending the air shooting from my lungs suddenly.

Ohhhh, she was the perfect woman to work for us as a nurse. She’d keep the boys in line.

Hazel pulled out a large syringe and stuck me in the side with it. The pain was intense.

By the time she’d gotten rid of the syringe in the sharps box, the pain had dissipated and I could move my abs without pain.

“You could make a killing with that shit,” I told her, pulling my shirt back on.

“I’m not going to lie,” she said. “It’ll probably only last a few hours, and you’ll be in agony later, but you should be okay for now.”

“Thanks.”

She nodded and left the room, back to her rounds like the good employee she was. I headed down the hall, and out into the parking lot to retrieve my car.

My phone rang before I got to it. I looked down at it to see Killian’s number. I had the strong urge to ignore it but if he had found Ronan, I needed to know.

“Yeah?”

“Stop what you’re doing,” he said. “Look around. Do you see Ronan?”

Confused, and annoyed, I barked into the phone. “What the fuck are you on about?”

“We have you on CCTV, we tracked Ronan to the parking lot and he put a device under your car. Get out of the area.”

I looked around to see if I could find him, but there were too many places he could hide.

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