Lorcán looks at me, so Anthony knows he’s working with the O’Briens, but how much does the prick really know?
“Anthony, this is no way to greet your future in-law,” I tell him sarcastically.
“Where is she?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. You promised my family a sweet little Omega, yet one hasn’t been delivered to my doorstep in a pretty red bow. I’m highly disappointed, and so is my father.”
“Elena isn’t smart enough to hide for this long. It’s clear she’s had help. It’s interesting that her bodyguard, who’s been pining over her for years, would suddenly want to nuzzle up with Irish trash.”
“The family reunions are going to be awkward if you keep up with that type of language, sir,” I reply, feeling bored with this conversation.
“Tell your father the deal’s off.”
“No shit,” I reply, hanging up the phone and handing it to Lorcán. “Well, it looks like you got your fucking wish. You’re not working for the Amantes anymore. Maeve already has your room ready.”
Lorcán dramatically hits his head against the back of the vehicle and sighs.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.”
“Aye. Well, maybe if your boss hadn’t had a fucking heart attack or made good on the contract when he was supposed to, we wouldn’t have been in this shite storm,” Declan says, dusting himself off. He bitches about how dirty his clothes are, and I roll my eyes.
He’s wearing fucking jeans and a black t-shirt. I wish I could get him to dress like a more civilized person.
“Call Finn. The house is on lockdown. Let Maeve know to expect Elena tomorrow night.”
“Aye, ‘cause I’m your fucking secretary? Call him yourself. And as for my Ma’, she’s least likely to fucking listen to me, so call her too,” Declan denies, not following orders and taking the driver’s seat.
Lorcán abandons his vehicle in the parking lot as we drive home to figure out our next steps.
As soon as we arrive at the house, it’s noticeable that everything has gone to complete shit. Rory’s hand is bleeding out onto the dining room table as Maeve tries to stop the bleeding.
“Sit fucking still,” she orders him, and he just bites down on his lip.
“What fucking happened?” Declan asks Finn.
I know my brother better than anyone, and while to an outsider, he might seem composed or holding it together, I can tell he’s on the verge of snapping.
He points a finger at me but stops himself from speaking as he runs his hands through his hair.
“I knew this deal was going to be a mistake. Especially your little plan to have your cake and eat it, too. Anthony Amante’s man shot Rory’s fucking finger off and sent him home with a message.”
Rory is doing his best not to scream while Maeve works on him.
“He wants his sister back, and the deal’s off,” Rory spits out through clenched teeth.
“Just what we fucking needed. Go to that fucking club, get the girl, and end this,” Finn barks.
“Fuck no,” I growl at the same time as Lorcán.
“He’ll give her to the Novikovs. You’ve heard how they treat their women,” Lorcán argues.
“That’s not our concern. We’re too new on the West Coast. We can’t afford this type of fuck up or issue with another family,” Finn seethes.
“Didn’t take you for a pussy, boss,” Declan sneers, my brother’s gaze snapping to him.
Any other man would falter under his stare, but Declan doesn’t.
“Do you have something to say, Declan?” Finn asks, approaching the Beta until Finn’s in his face.
