Kieran says nothing, but his silence is as good as a blessing. If he’s not fighting me on this, it means he’s on board.
Brennan tips his chin to me. “So, what’s our first move?”
“We need to gather our guys at the house as quickly as possible to discuss security lockdowns.”
Kieran frowns. “You don’t think whoever did this is finished?”
“Fuck, no. Our father might be gone, but what’s to say they won’t target one of us next? Or our businesses? We need to make sure everything is covered. I’m not willing to take any chances.”
Brennan reaches inside his pocket. “I’ll get Stephen on the phone.”
I nod.
As our head of security, Stephen can easily order the rest of our guards to put them on lockdown.
As my youngest brother dials, I pull out my phone too and start making notes.
“We should send out false leads to the press. They’re likely waiting outside the fucking hospital, and we can’t risk anything being leaked.”
“On it.” Kieran pulls out his own phone and starts messaging some of our people on the inside.
“Lorcan, I need you to contact the lawyers. I need access to Da’s accounts as well as the will.”
My uncle doesn’t question me. If anything, he looks grateful to have a purpose.
Our time to grieve will come later, after we’ve won this fucking war and the Sullivans are once again on top.
Chapter Five
RONAN
The car is eerilysilent as I drive all of us back to our family’s estate in Washington Heights in the early hours of the morning.
It felt wrong to leave the hospital so soon, but Da is dead. There’s nothing I can do to change that, but there is plenty I can do to send a message to the fucker behind it, and I can’t do that from a hospital waiting room.
Kieran sits in the back seat with Brennan, both of them scrolling on their phones, trying to keep up to date with any media coverage.
Lorcan sits beside me in the passenger seat, his body so still it’s as if he’s been carved from stone.
The city blurs past us as I speed through the streets, desperate to reach the safety of our house.
Knowing that the press will be sniffing around for any scrap of information puts me on edge. Being part of such a high-profile family can have its perks, but having reporters constantly on your doorstep is definitely not one of them.
When I approach the wrought-iron gates, I wave to the private security guard to let us in, and immediately some ofthe tension leaves my shoulders as I drive down the winding driveway toward the Georgian-style house, with its grand columns and arched windows.
My parents bought this house just after I was born, and I’ve always dreamed of inheriting it one day.
I just wasn’t expecting that day to come so soon.
When I park in front of the main house and kill the engine, no one moves right away because we all know that the moment we walk through those doors, the real work begins.
Kieran finally breaks the silence. “I want to find the bastard who did this and tear out his fucking heart.”
I glance at him in the rearview mirror. “You’ll get your chance. But not yet.”
He huffs as he looks out of the window at the house. “You sound just like him.”
“Good.” Taking that as my cue, I open up my door and climb out of the car.
