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“Go and see if they left anything here,” I told him. Conor knew better than to argue with me. He moved away, as I bent down and dipped my fingers into her bullet wound. The blood pooling there was enough for me to do what I needed to do.
I started to swipe my bloodied fingers down the wall until I had spelled out the message I wanted Ronan to find.
“Tick, Tock”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
KILLIAN
Sloane was asleep in my childhood bed. I didn’t want to wake her up, judging from the injuries on her face, she needed to rest. I hated to see her like this.
It only made me angrier that they had dared to hurt her to get to me. Conor motioned for me down the hall to come with him. I closed the door quietly and headed down the stairs to the dining room. Lorcan was sitting at the head of the table.
“I tried telling you,” he offered before I could speak. I knew he would have, but he should have tried harder. Although, I didn’t regret what I’d done. Ronan needed to know I wasn’t the one he could mess with.
“What’s in front of you?” I asked, preferring not to get into a fight with him. I hadn’t slept for days, and I was tired. I didn’t want to talk about Sloane, not with what I was fighting with in my brain right now.
“These are the files you stole from Dublin. Cathal delivered them not long before you returned.”
“And?”
“It appears to be a list of properties, contacts and a list of members loyal to Ronan. This does appear to the honeypot.”
“Good.”
Lorcan leaned back in his chair, just like our father did, and yet he couldn’t be further from Finneas. He was the soft side of him, the one no one but our mum saw. I was the aggressive side of him that his enemy’s saw, and Conor was the reckless side that he showed when a family member was in danger.
All of us made up our father.
But our father would never had let it get this bad. Our own town was starting to see the cracks in our power over them and once that goes, we lose the empire our great grandfather started. Once we lose power, we’re all in greater danger than we already are now.
“We can’t just go in, guns blazing, leaving blood messages on walls with executed members laying underneath it.”
He knew?
Already?
“Ronan sends his regards and a few threats,” Lorcan replied. “You really need to pull your head in, Killian. Dipping your finger into an open wound to write a message…it's sick, you know that, right?”
“Is that all?” I asked.
“Guys,” Conor said, breaking the tension. “Can we focus on Ronan for a few more minutes? He’s fucking attacked Teeghan, and Sloane. No matter what we do, they will always be in danger until he’s taken out.”
“It’s not just him,” Lorcan said. “He has an operation behind him, one that will continue without him at the helm. We have to take them down, one by one.”
“How do we take down an entire operation if we don’t know who to attack?” Conor asked the obvious question.
Lorcan lifted up the piece of paper full of names. “This is a fucking start.”
Shit.
It really was the honeypot.
“Send the names to my phone,” I said, pulling it from my back pocket.
“No,” Lorcan said, standing up and putting the list of names back in the folder.
“What?” Conor asked.
