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“Look around,” Lorcan said, standing once more after he had closed Jeremiah’s eyes. “Do you see Teeghan anywhere?”
I looked around the darkened dock and noticed she was nowhere to be seen. Conor was going to lose his shit when we got back. Hell, he’d already be losing his shit.
“Grab Jeremiah’s body and take him to the morgue. He did us a favor and he paid with his life for it. Now we have to trust Teeghan will pull off what she’s planned.”
I turned back to my brother. “We were in that room together, she didn’t have a plan. She only just accepted the risk.”
“After you left, she told me what she was planning.”
Of course she did. They had a weird close brother and sister bond. It had made Lorcan almost bearable to be around these last few months but it annoyed the hell out of me and Conor that he trusted her more than us.
“What’s her plan?” I asked.
“Just leave it. Conor is going to be an issue when we get back, and you know that. Let’s deal with that first.”
I wanted to punch him, to knock some sense into him, but that would only cause more shit to go down and right now I needed to find a way to get to Sloane.
“We could race after them,” I offered. “We could catch up to them and take them.”
“Both Sloane and Teeghan would be killed and you know that,” Lorcan said. “Get Jer to the morgue.”
I hauled Jeremiah up as Lorcan spoke to the boys who had been hidden around the docks. I couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that none of them could help with Teeghan and Sloane. I hefted Jeremiah up and pulled him toward the car. Lorcan had taken off with the other guys, leaving me alone at the scene of the crime. Conor was going to lose his shit, not just about Teeghan but about the fact his docks were covered in blood.
Once Jeremiah was in the back, I called Marty.
“Yeah?”
“Is that how you answer your fucking phone?” I yelled into the speaker.
“Oh shit, Killian, I’m sorry…what can I-”
“Get a gurney outside, I’m heading there now. I have a body for you.”
“Ah yeah, sur-”
I cut him off and threw my phone on the floor of the car in anger. I was so fucking close. I should have fucking shot Ronan when I had the chance.
I should have done a lot of fucking things to stop this from happening. If our dad was still alive, there was no way in hell anything like this would have gotten this far.
We had to stop being so soft and start being a lot more like ol’ Finneas.
I pulled into the parking area of the hospital and around to the back where the morgue doors were. Marty was waiting for us with a gurney, looking like the squirrelly fuckwit he always had been.
He headed over to the car and opened the side door as I got out of the driver’s seat.
“Jeremiah?” he looked over at me, confused. “You want a proper burial for Jeremiah O’Brien?”
“He did us a favor,” I said, lighting a cigarette. “Do it properly. Full respect, you understand?”
Marty nodded. “Who should I call?”
“Well, his brother was the one who shot him so I really don’t know. Call Lorcan when he’s ready to be picked up. He’ll deal with it.”
Marty nodded and pulled Jeremiah up on the gurney, closing the back door and taking him inside. I flicked my cigarette and got in my car, tearing through the streets until I got back to the estate.
Taking a deep breath after I cut the engine, I tried to will myself into a calm state. I was going to need it while Conor lost his shit at me. I opened my glovebox and pulled out the little baggie I kept in here for nights with the women who wanted to let loose. I hadn’t needed it much lately so I still had plenty in here.
I poured a little bit out, onto the side of my fist and sniffed up the white powder quickly. Sniffing back to make sure it went down, I sealed the baggie again and tossed it back in the box before I got out. Tasting the chemically taste at the back of my throat as the coke went down, I pushed the taste away as I headed inside.
