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Theysoldher, their own flesh and blood, for money and power.

Rage overtook me and I felt my arms come up, both hands holding a gun each as I took them both out with two clean shots to the head.

“You having fun yet?” Killian asked, smiling as he ran to find someone else to beat up. He truly was a sick fuck, but I couldn’t say I hated what we were doing. I’d never felt so alive, not since before our father died.

This was what he meant when he’d told me you had to fight for what was rightfully yours.

I grabbed my gun and ran into the fight after Killian, Conor hot on my trail as we got them back for what they’d taken from us, and proved they wouldn’t take another fucking soul from us.

Chapter Fifteen

Lorcan

Iwalkeddownthehallowed halls of the society, cloaked in black and incredibly ominous. It had been a week since the showdown in the streets of Galway and nothing had happened, just a lot of dead bodies sent back to their families.

But I knew this was the only way.

They couldn’t control us this way, it just wasn’t fucking fair. I knew the day I died, they would come for my child like they did for me when Finneas died and I wasn’t okay with that.

No one would touch my child, not that the child existed yet anyway.

But still, no one would go near my child.

The doors opened and I was immediately met with a room full of men in black suits, all immaculate as usual, and not a sound. This was the room where they tried to intimidate you and hell, it fucking worked. You could speak, but no one did. It just added to the allure of this place and why it was so fucking secret.

Everyone was too scared to speak.

The inner doors opened and I was ushered through them by two men who I hadn’t seen before, until I stood in front of the one man I did know here.

The one who had recruited me when I was all but a child, when I was unsure of everything happening in my life.

The one who had basically branded me and called me his bitch. His old creepy smile held a certain sense of impending doom to it, but I didn’t let it phase me.

“Lorcan,” he said, his voice croaking as if he hadn’t spoken in some time. “It’s been some time since you’ve visited us here. What brings you on such a journey at such a perilous time for your family?”

He was luring me in.

I could see it in his eyes, and it occurred to me that perhaps he had been the one to mastermind the takeover, deploying his minions to hurt me. He was a stickler for the rules, after all.

“It is that,” I replied. “However, I have left my estate in quite remarkable hands, Master.”

He nodded, acknowledging the title he had bestowed on himself and that which we must call him as a show of respect.

“What brings you here?”

“You must know that given everything that has occurred, I would have pieced things together and those pieces all lead directly here.”

His smile was getting bigger, because he realised I wasn’t here to bow down to him. I was here to do something you weren’t allowed to do and he wanted me to do something to allow him to kill me.

It was in their rules.

It was told to us until our ears bled, long before we were branded with our membership tattoo.

Nothing is truly ours, it can be taken, and if you do not bow down, you will be taken out.

I ignored the last couple of yearly event invitations to a party they held here. They were sex parties with anonymous people and at the end of it, they killed all the guests so nothing ever got out. It was a gore fest, and it wasn’t what I was about.

But even if it wasn’t what you wanted, you still went.

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