Page 56 of Lorcan

I rolled my eyes and sat down in the corner of the room, my arms crossed over my chest and my legs crossed over each other.

“What are you doing?” he asked me.

“I’m waiting for you to get tired or ask for help,” I replied, knowing he was going to get tired soon. His energy levels had been severely depleted since he almost lost his life to that psycho bitch Keeva.

Lorcan grunted in frustration but I didn’t care, I kind of liked it when he turned caveman on me. I was missing that cock of his desperately, but I needed him to be at full capacity because damn I wanted him to claim me again, to mark me, to make me his.

“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he said. “Stop it, I can see you squirming from the corner of my eye.”

Damn.

“Fuck,” I heard him say and I looked up to see him looking at his computer screen. He stood, his hand flying to his side where his wound was, and he looked out the large window.

“What is it?”

“Babe, I know you’re going to fight this but I need you to go upstairs and lock yourself away, okay?”

“Lor, what’s happening?”

“Please, Bridget, please just do as I ask. I’ll explain later.”

I felt the fear run through me. He was begging me to leave him, and something in the way he said my name told me I needed to listen. I nodded, feeling as if I were in a dream sequence. Everything moved slower as I left the room and ran up the stairs as I saw everyone jumping to attention, their guns raised at the door.

Oh fuck.

I ran down the hall and got to our bedroom before I slammed the door shut and locked it. Heading into the bathroom, I curled up into a ball right as I heard the first gunshot.

Tears streamed down my face as I prayed it wasn’t Lorcan.

Lorcan

The second I’d seen Tomas Reyes walking up the gravel of our front driveway, I knew he was here for blood. His brothers weren’t with him but that didn’t mean much. The Reyes were not a family to be reckoned with. They ruled with an iron fist just like my father had.

Killian ran to my side as I grabbed my gun and hobbled over to the door.

“Dude, get upstairs,” he said. “I’ve got this.”

“Conor?”

“On his way back, Ronan ain’t in Dublin.”

Of fucking course he wasn’t. Every fucking piece of intel had been wrong. Everything. How the fuck were we going to get this shit over and done with if we had so many wrong leads?

Teeghan was in the corner of the room, loading her gun and I almost flew off the handle. “No fucking way, get her upstairs with the others.”

“You fucking tell her, Lor,” Killian said. “Do you think she fucking listens to me?”

I rolled my eyes and hobbled over to her, knowing time was definitely not on my side here. “Teeghan, get upstairs.”

“I can help, Conor’s been teaching me.”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling.”

“Lorcan, you’re severely wounded, Conor isn’t here. You have people who are only just waking up. You need people with guns in their hands.”

“The second he sees you, Tee, he’s going to aim at you. Conor will lose his fucking shit if you get hurt. I don’t have the energy to fight with you, because we’re about to fucking lose people here. We can’t be focused on protecting you, and don’t give me bullshit about not needing to be protected. He knows who you are. He will come for you to hurt Conor. Do you think Conor will forgive himself if you got killed when he wasn’t here?”

She was angry, but not at me, at the situation. I knew she wanted to help but right now, we needed her to be safe. Everyone was coming for our women and it wasn’t fucking on.

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