Page 32 of Lorcan

“You don’t need to worry about her anymore,” Keeva said, her fingers on my back, applying what I could only imagine was ointment. It stung, but not as much as it did before. How long had I been out?

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A few days.”

“Days?!”

“You needed to rest, you went through quite a lot of flogging,” she said. “But that’s okay. They won’t do it again. They’ve left you now. They wanted her back so badly that they don’t even care about Ronan’s plans now. It’s a little up in the air.”

“Who the fuck are you?” I ground out.

“I’m the only chance you have at ever having a normal life so you best forget that twat and start thinking about how you can treat me a little better.”

“Keeva, get it through your fucking psychotic mind, I will sooner see myself dead than be your fuckboy, understand?”

Her fingers stilled on my back, one of her witch-like fingers stabbed into one of the cuts causing me to grunt out in pain, as my body tingled from the sensation.

“That’s not nice.”

She removed her finger and I felt a new wetness pooling on my skin. She’d opened up a wound again, the psycho.

“What day is it?” I asked her.

She waited a little while, her heels clicking on the hard floor beneath us. “It’s the 14th, why?”

I’d been in their custody for a week. A fucking week and no-one had come to rescue me. They must have thought I was dead.

Shit.

Maybe it was better that way. Killian and Conor could focus their rage on winning this war with the Onyx men and Ronan. I had to find a way to get to Bridget, to get her away from here. She ran from them for a reason, and although I had my suspicions, I didn’t want to think about her being sold off.

She had to get away.

I wouldn’t have her being bartered on my conscience. Hell, if anyone so much as looked at her the wrong way, I’d have them fed to sharks.

The strong, possessive feeling rocketing through my body right now was new. I had never felt that way about anyone before…not even Clem. It was so easy with Clem, because it was just…love.

With Bridget, it was something else entirely. It was primal, animalistic. I needed to possess her in every way, I needed to have her. A need I could never quench.

“What is it about that bitch that you can’t get enough of?” I heard Keeva say finally. I wish I could answer, to make her feel like shit because she needed a hard lesson in humility.

I turned my head to the other side so I didn’t see her heels, and I tried to push the pain from my mind and sleep. There was nothing I could do until I had enough energy to move.

Keeva was pacing, probably trying to figure out what to do with me in this condition. Her heels clicking on the cement floor had a rhythm that was almost putting me to sleep. She could pace all she wanted, no amount of time was ever going to make me want her.

I woke to a loud bang, followed by feeling myself being thrown from the bed. I was thrown against the wall, and now crumpled down on the floor, I felt my ears ringing, and the world was hazy. I opened my eyes, my entire body aching as I looked through smoke and debris, straight into a large hole in the side of the building. Keeva was screaming, blood pouring from her face as she tried to pull pieces of rock from her body. A shadowy figure appeared in the hole in the room, followed by a couple more.

“We got you,” I heard a familiar voice that I knew belonged to Jye say, before I felt arms lifting me up. “Lean into us.”

I didn’t try to stand on my own, leaning all my weight into them as they carried me through the hole and out to a car. They leaned me against the side as they ran about, trying to see if they could find Ronan. In the distance, I was able to focus my sight on a van, people running about, packing things into it and that’s when the blonde hair that haunted my dreams came into view. I tried to run, but I fell to my knees as I saw her, looking at me, her hands in binds as she was manhandled toward the van.

“No,” I groaned as I tried to move. Jye came to my side,to help me back up, and he looked over to where I was pointing. “Save her.”

A bag was lifted over her head and she was bundled into the back of the van, followed by Adrian and who I could only imagine were his sons before they drove off.

“No,” I yelled, pushing against Jye.

“Lor,” I heard Killian’s voice before I saw his face in front of mine. “Let her go. This is part of our plan.”

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