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“But-”

“Now,” I ordered. He didn’t want to and I knew we were going to have a serious conversation later but right now, me and Ace had to get down to the nitty gritty. Finn tore off out of the driveway.

“Call someone to take care of your boy.”

He nodded and I made my way up to the front door. Whatever it was that he was about to tell me, I knew it wasn’t going to be good.

Bridget

You’ve well and truly done it now, haven’t you?

Hiding out from my family in Cork had been relatively easy once I’d gotten to Galway. They were afraid of the O’Farrell’s, so they’d never dare come up this way. For five months, I’d hidden away under the guise of my pseudonym Ava Starling, and no one batted an eyelid. Now, because of one dumbass biker I was stuck in the O’Farrell’s huge mansion away from everyone else.

It would only be a few days. That’s what Keeva told me. If I kept my head low, I could get away from them without them knowing who I truly was or who I was running from.

I looked around the room the old man had put me in. He’d said his name was Walter, and he’d been super kind. It was a gorgeous room, and for this to be a guest room, I could only imagine how big the other rooms were.

Look on the bright side, Bri, you’ve got luxury accommodation, round the clock security and a bed that looks to die for. This was much better than the back office at the studio.

I headed down the stairs to look around more and almost ran smack bang into Lorcan.

“I’m sorry,” I said, with a chuckle. “I was looking for something to eat.”

“Oh, right,” he said, as if his mind was elsewhere. “Come with me. I’ll show you to the kitchen.”

I followed him, marveling at how fast he could get from place to place. He was a tall man, towering over me with a whopping six foot something stature. His shoulders were wide too, and the only thing I could think was he was built like a boxer. After heading through a corridor, Lorcan opened a swing door and inside was the biggest kitchen I’d ever seen.

I twirled around, taking in all the black marble and state of the art appliances. “You guys must be mega rich for this. This kitchen is bigger than the entire office I was staying in.”

He didn’t react, in fact, his eyes were stormy and dark. I couldn’t read him like I could with everyone else and honestly, it was refreshing.

“You can have anything you want. If you need something cooked, just hit that button on the wall, either Walter or someone else will come and help you.”

“I just need a bag of crisps or something to tide me over,” I said. “I don’t want to cause a fuss.”

“Nonsense, you’re naught but a wisp,” he replied. Lorcan made his way into the kitchen and opened the door to a walk-in pantry. I gasped when I saw how well stocked and huge it was. He pulled out a loaf of bread and put it down on the bench, next he grabbed the butter from the fridge along with the cold cuts and relish. In the space of a few minutes, he’d crafted one of the most delicious sandwiches for me. To watch this hardened criminal make me a sandwich, something came over me that I couldn’t quite shake.

Was this not Lorcan, the head of the O’Farrell crime family and the most feared man in Ireland?

“Here,” he shoved the plate in front of me. “Eat.”

Lorcan went about putting everything away as I bit into the sandwich. The explosion of flavour from the relish surprised me.

“Good?”

I nodded up at him, his eyes no longer as stormy as they once were.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said. “You will be safe here, despite what happened outside.”

I swallowed the bite I’d taken and held my hand to my mouth. “I’m good, thanks.”

I could tell from the way he looked at me that he was curious about me. He wanted to know who the fuck I was, and I didn’t blame him, but it only proved that I’d been here too long. I needed to get gone. I needed to disappear before my family caught up to me.

Walter cleared his throat as a silence descended over us and I felt hot under his intense gaze. Lorcan’s eyes finally lifted and I felt as if I could breathe again.

“Your guest is becoming impatient, Lor,” Walter told me, breaking me from my spell.

“I’ll be right there,” he said, his tough exterior coating him like chainmail once more. “Let Walter know if you need anything.”

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