“Your enemy is my enemy.”
He nods his chin. Lev is a big motherfucker, not just in height but in sheer broadness. He squints at me before nodding his head.
“Send Vik the property information, he will handle it. There was a rumor, however,” Lev says, tilting his head.
“What’s that?”
“Anthony is claiming that your brother sent a few fingers and a lock of his sister’s hair to him. Claims that he’s protecting his family.”
“They’re from the morgue,” Declan chimes in, and a wide smile takes over Lev’s face. “Hair wasn’t even the right color. Anthony attacked first.”
“Is she worth it?”
“She’s an Omega, and yes,” I tell him.
He whistles. “I’ll also promise to take care of her in case her brother gets the upper hand. I’ll take care of her grieving widowed heart,” Lev jokes, and I glare at him, making him laugh. “I thought the Irish were supposed to be able to take a joke.” He waves me off. “Fine, you have our support.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, holding out my hand and shaking on the agreement. “Are there any other issues we need to worry about?”
“No. Unless you’re in the business of stealing pussy cats out from underneath the Brotherhoods nose,” he says with a grin.
“I don’t even want to fucking know, mate,” Declan groans as we shake his hand, and stay as far away from Brotherhood bullshit as possible.
Finn and Lorcán are waiting in the dining room while Maeve is cooking in the kitchen.
“Where have you been?” Finn asks. He already knows, so I don’t bother answering as I place my crutches against the table and take a seat.
“Like you don’t already know.”
His tattooed hands clench on top of the table as he stands. I can tell his patience is basically gone, like a shaken can of soda, he’s ready to pop.
“Do you want us to fucking die?”
“No, and that’s exactly why I went to him. We don’t have enough men, and with my leg, I’m of no fucking help.”
I can tell he wants to yell at me and tell me how this is all my fault anyway—how we wouldn’t have been in this position if it weren’t for our fuck ups.
“You know what? You make the choices from here on out. I’m done. Bring the girl down here, decide allegiances. The kingdom is in your hands, Cillian,” he states with extreme calmness.
He adjusts his suit jacket and sits down.
“Da’ will be here in a week. We can tell him all about how you’re in charge now, crutches and all,” he adds in pettily.
“Should I bring her down for dinner?” Lorcán asks me, not Finn.
I watch as my twin’s jaw ticks. He might act like he’s giving me control, but we both know he’s not capable of giving over the reins that easily.
Finn grabs a key that’s on a loose chain around his neck.
“I’ll go let the little bird know she’s free,” he sneers.
Fuck.
There’s nothing I can do right now, not with my leg the way it is. It will probably take me forever to even get up the stairs. Plus, I think we’re all a little scared of how Elena is going to react to seeing all of us.
God, we’re fucking pathetic.
“No complaints?” Finn asks.
