Page 27 of Lorcan

It was an understatement to say that I wanted to be balls deep in her again, having her scream my name. I’d never wanted to hear my name as badly as when she was calling it out as I made her clench and cum on my cock.

It was almost melodious.

“They’re taking too long,” Killian broke the silence in the car. “Something’s wrong.”

“Give them time,” I replied, but I had my doubts too. I trusted Ace somehow, but it was hard for me to relinquish control.

“Fuck it, Lor, we should be in there.”

“Stop, Kill, that’s them.”

We both turned to see Hawk and Ace running back to the car. “Let’s go.”

Killian shot us out of the alley we had been hiding in and sped up to the hill that would overlook the city. We’d scouted the location when we arrived early this morning. We’d spent all day here, doing recon and finding out what we could. Not a lot of people wanted to talk.

I got it.

They were loyal, just like our people were, but it didn’t mean I’d feel bad for them if they ended up dead from the fallout.

Killian parked the car and we got out, standing in front of it as we all waited. Killian pulled out the burner phone and dialled the number attached to the bombs we had set.

Within mere moments, explosions erupted all over the city, sending Cork into a fireball. Screams echoed through the air as people realised what was happening.

They were under attack.

“Let’s go,” I said. “Before they cotton on to where we are.”

“Too late,” I heard someone say from behind us. We all turned, reaching for our guns, only to find the Cork police standing there, their guns aimed at us.

They’d snuck up on us, only now did the rest of them drive up and make a sound. How the fuck did they know?

“Gentlemen,” the lead cop said, putting his gun in his holster. “You’re under arrest.”

Fuck.

We put our arms up, interlocking our fingers so they could slap the cuffs on us. Our lawyers would do their work and get us out but not before we could make the call and it was after hours, so I knew they wouldn’t give us a call. They’d do everything to put us under a terrorist law, which meant they could deny civil liberties. But I knew these fuckers were on Moriarty’s payroll.

They had to be, to stage a coup like this.

Their city was on fire, and yet here they were, in the form of an army to arrest us. I’d be surprised if they didn’t throw us in a hole and bury our existence.

“Stay fucking silent,” I said to them all, as they took us, one by one, throwing cuffs on our wrists and slamming us into the back of separate cars. My mind was racing with a way to get us out of this.

We were in the cells of the police station, together at least, as they worked calls and shit coming in from the bombings. They had nothing on us except for the fact we were watching from the hill. We’d been silent, no matter how many times they had screamed in our faces, and it had frustrated them to no end.

“You,” one of the older men pointed at me. “The captain wants to see you.”

I stood, my hands still in cuffs in front of me, and moved to the door. I looked back at my brother and the boys and gave them a nod of encouragement and to keep them down. The last thing I needed was them getting hurt.

The guy dragged me toward the front door, and told me to stay. I wasn’t a fucking puppy dog. It only made me angry that our plan hadn’t gone accordingly, and I couldn’t put my finger on why. There was no way to get word back to Conor either.

“Well, well, well,” I heard the familiar voice of the rat that had been causing so much drama these past couple of years. I turned around to be faced with Ronan O’Brien. He had a sick grin on his face as he looked up at me.

“You son of a bitch,” I said through gritted teeth. I could hear my brother yelling from across the room. I turned to see him, his face full of desperation as he cried out. I tried to calm him down before they did something stupid to him, but it was too late. I saw a long metal stick shoving into his side, and he shook as if he were being electrocuted before I felt a bag being shoved over my head and hands grabbing me, forcing me back. I screamed for them to stop hurting Killian, but it was no use. Soon, silence ensued and I realised I’d been forced into a trunk and whatever car was driving, was taking a route away from my brother.

I was being kidnapped.

Chapter Seven

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