Page 9 of Lorcan

My father would be rolling in his grave right now.

Take care of this,he would say to me if he were here.No one messes with the O’Farrell’s.

Our family credo had done us well for decades, since our grandfather started saying it. Maybe we needed to stick to that and show our enemies just who the fuck they were dealing with.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Finn.

“Yeah, we need to gather a meeting of all the men,” I told him. “Tomorrow night, at the abandoned factory down by the docks. 10pm.”

Finn hung up. That was his way of telling me he was on it. No questions, just actions. It’s why I kept him around even with his hot head for so long.

Now, I had to convince my brothers to head into MC territory tonight to discuss what our wayward uncle had gotten us into.

Bridget

This house was freakin’ huge. I’d probably lost myself about four times by now but I couldn’t get over how absolutely gorgeous it was. The portraits in the hallways, the large windows with stained glass in the corners reminded me of a church, the high ceilings made me wonder how the hell they changed the light bulbs but I could only imagine how tall Lorcan’s brothers were compared to the beast of a man himself.

There was just something in the way he looked at me that sent shivers down my spine and made me want to confess everything.

Stop it, Bri.

I closed my eyes and willed all thoughts of Lorcan O’Farrell from my mind. As I turned to head back to my room, I came up against something hard. Opening my eyes and looking up, I saw those stony eyes of Lorcan’s that made me quiver with excitement.

“I’m sorry,” I said, backing up.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I got lost, but I’m sure I’ll find my way back.”

“Come with me,” he said and I followed like a lost little lamb looking for its mum. I could smell the strong, masculine cologne coming off him in waves and suddenly my insides wanted to come to the party. A funny feeling began in my stomach and fluttered its way down to my legs and up my thighs. Oh Lordy, was I getting wet from a goddamn scent?

I followed him up the stairs to the room I was staying in. “Just call for Walter if you need any more help.”

“Thanks, I won’t be any more trouble, I promise.”

He looked at me, as if he were about to devour my brain for answers, before he grunted and backed away from the door.

He actually audibly grunted…just like a caveman.

Oh boy, Bri, you were in trouble. What I wouldn’t give for him to hit me over the head and drag me into the room and have his way with me.

Stay under the radar, my brain was desperate to rein in my overactive hormones.

“I’ll be gone all night, but whatever you need, someone will be able to help you here. Keeva shouldn’t be too long down in Belfast.”

I smirked up at him. “You know she’s down there flirting with some pretty intense bikers.”

He didn’t know. I could tell by the look on his face when I’d admitted it.

“Right, well Keeva has always had an affliction for the dangerous. But you’re welcome here, Ava.”

Hearing my fake name coming from his lips felt off.

I fought every urge I had to tell him to call me Bridget. I’d never loved my name, rather I’d gone by Bri most of my life but something about this behemoth of a man before me made me want to tell him everything, to confide in him, to have him be all up in my business.

No one had made me feel that way.

Ever.

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