Chapter Six
The balcony overlooked the sea and for the first time in days, I breathed in relief. I wasn’t running, I wasn’t at risk of being found. I was in one of the most beautiful places on this earth and I had nothing to fear…for the first time in over a year.
I felt tears well up in my eyes, as sobs wracked my chest at the feeling of being free. I could be Bridget here. I could be me.
I gasped, drying my eyes as I heard someone behind me. Turning, I saw Teeghan leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh…sorry.”
“You don’t have to be a hardass all the time,” she said. “You’re allowed to feel what you feel.”
“Coming from my captor, that’s cute.”
“You can knock it off with the anger, Bridget.”
I looked up at her in surprise, but I don’t know why it was surprising. She and Lorcan were close, I’d seen it on the tarmac when I’d been bundled onto the plane against my will.
“You seem close with Lorcan,” I said, taking a seat on the stone carved bench by the wall. Teeghan moved onto the balcony and stood against the railing. “Does that make you jealous?”
“I just see how much he trusts you. You’re the one keeping me locked away so I can’t flee.”
“Why would you want to?” she countered. “Look at where you are, look at the room you’re in, no airbnb would ever suffice. It seems to be pretty nice conditions for captivity.”
“There are all kinds of captivity that can be buried under the guise of beauty,” I told her. Her eyes narrowed, as if she were trying to read my mind. I should just keep quiet. Everything I say will probably be repeated and I didn’t need Lorcan to try and rescue me from my eventual fate. He deserved better than that. “Why does he want to keep me around?”
“He likes you,” she said. “You should feel honoured. He hasn’t looked at a woman like that in a long time.”
“I’m surprised,” I replied. “He’s probably one of the hotter brothers, no offence. Why is he still single?”
Teeghan smirked. “No offense taken. Yes, he’s handsome, but he’s nothing compared to my Conor. Personal preferences, I suppose.”
“So are you going to tell me why he’s still single and such a caveman?” I asked her, suddenly feeling like I desperately needed to know.
She sighed, looked out at the water before she made a move to sit next to me. “A long time ago, before Lorcan was the head of the family, he was being primed to be the head by his brutal father, Finneas. He fell in love with a girl called Clementine, she was sweet, innocent and hated violence. She tried to be with Lorcan, but she knew he would one day be like his dad, so she left him. Knowing she was probably right, Lorcan let her go, thinking it would be best for her to be away from the violence of his world.”
“What happened?”
“She married an asshole. He beat her senseless and ended up killing her. Lorcan was devastated, thinking it was his fault. If he had convinced her to stick with him, he believes they could have had a future, that he could have protected her.”
“That’s not his fault,” I said. “How could he have known?”
“Exactly,” she said. “He takes all the guilt on himself and tries to protect the innocent whenever he can. It’s a lot he deals with on the daily, and although I love Conor, he’s the cause of a lot of that stress.”
“Most little brothers are,” I replied, thinking of my own little brother and the trouble he used to cause when he was little.
“You have a brother?”
“Yeah, three of ‘em, well I used to. My little brother died a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “My older brother died a few years ago too.”
For the first time since I met her, I felt some sort of kinship with Teeghan. She has a tough exterior, one I knew was probably necessary in this sort of family, but she had a soft side too. She had a history away from the O’Farrell’s.
“So Lorcan is…like a caveman, huh?” she asked, changing the topic. I was thankful for the change of topic.
I rolled my eyes at her and rested against the wall. “You caught that, huh?”
“Always,” she said. “Come on, spill. He’s so pent up and frustrated, I need the gooey goss.”
“Are we friends now, are we?” I countered.
“Bitch, you knew we would be best friends the second Lorcan slipped that dick inside of you. Now spill.”
I chuckled, realising just how easy to like she was now that she had opened up. Maybe this captivity wasn’t going to be so bad afterall.
Killian and I sat in the car outside the club where the Moriarty’s usually stayed at night. We’d already been to their safe houses and their personal homes. Every single one of them were rigged to blow.
It was going to be one hell of a night in Cork. No sign of Amity or Ronan yet though, which could only mean they were deep underground or they’d already left Cork. Conor was still at the estate, running things. Jye had gone back home to help Conor. The two of them were an unstoppable force, so I felt secure leaving him alone.
I couldn’t wait to get back and face whatever was coming for us. The sooner I could get home and sort our shit out, the sooner I could figure out what the fuck to do about Bridget.
It was an understatement to say that I wanted to be balls deep in her again, having her scream my name. I’d never wanted to hear my name as badly as when she was calling it out as I made her clench and cum on my cock.
It was almost melodious.
“They’re taking too long,” Killian broke the silence in the car. “Something’s wrong.”
“Give them time,” I replied, but I had my doubts too. I trusted Ace somehow, but it was hard for me to relinquish control.
“Fuck it, Lor, we should be in there.”
“Stop, Kill, that’s them.”
We both turned to see Hawk and Ace running back to the car. “Let’s go.”
Killian shot us out of the alley we had been hiding in and sped up to the hill that would overlook the city. We’d scouted the location when we arrived early this morning. We’d spent all day here, doing recon and finding out what we could. Not a lot of people wanted to talk.
I got it.
They were loyal, just like our people were, but it didn’t mean I’d feel bad for them if they ended up dead from the fallout.
Killian parked the car and we got out, standing in front of it as we all waited. Killian pulled out the burner phone and dialled the number attached to the bombs we had set.
Within mere moments, explosions erupted all over the city, sending Cork into a fireball. Screams echoed through the air as people realised what was happening.
They were under attack.
“Let’s go,” I said. “Before they cotton on to where we are.”
“Too late,” I heard someone say from behind us. We all turned, reaching for our guns, only to find the Cork police standing there, their guns aimed at us.
They’d snuck up on us, only now did the rest of them drive up and make a sound. How the fuck did they know?
“Gentlemen,” the lead cop said, putting his gun in his holster. “You’re under arrest.”
Fuck.
We put our arms up, interlocking our fingers so they could slap the cuffs on us. Our lawyers would do their work and get us out but not before we could make the call and it was after hours, so I knew they wouldn’t give us a call. They’d do everything to put us under a terrorist law, which meant they could deny civil liberties. But I knew these fuckers were on Moriarty’s payroll.
They had to be, to stage a coup like this.
Their city was on fire, and yet here they were, in the form of an army to arrest us. I’d be surprised if they didn’t throw us in a hole and bury our existence.
“Stay fucking silent,” I said to them all, as they took us, one by one, throwing cuffs on our wrists and slamming us into the back of separate cars. My mind was racing with a way to get us out of this.
We were in the cells of the police station, together at least, as they worked calls and shit coming in from the bombings. They had nothing on us except for the fact we were watching from the hill. We’d been silent, no matter how many times they had screamed in our faces, and it had frustrated them to no end.
“You,” one of the older men pointed at me. “The captain wants to see you.”
I stood, my hands still in cuffs in front of me, and moved to the door. I looked back at my brother and the boys and gave them a nod of encouragement and to keep them down. The last thing I needed was them getting hurt.
The guy dragged me toward the front door, and told me to stay. I wasn’t a fucking puppy dog. It only made me angry that our plan hadn’t gone accordingly, and I couldn’t put my finger on why. There was no way to get word back to Conor either.
“Well, well, well,” I heard the familiar voice of the rat that had been causing so much drama these past couple of years. I turned around to be faced with Ronan O’Brien. He had a sick grin on his face as he looked up at me.
“You son of a bitch,” I said through gritted teeth. I could hear my brother yelling from across the room. I turned to see him, his face full of desperation as he cried out. I tried to calm him down before they did something stupid to him, but it was too late. I saw a long metal stick shoving into his side, and he shook as if he were being electrocuted before I felt a bag being shoved over my head and hands grabbing me, forcing me back. I screamed for them to stop hurting Killian, but it was no use. Soon, silence ensued and I realised I’d been forced into a trunk and whatever car was driving, was taking a route away from my brother.
I was being kidnapped.