“His father just died. Why would ye expect him to come straight back to work?” I sneered, shoving his chest. He grunted and smoothed a hand over the spot where I’d pushed him.
“I know that, but he needs to be around friends and family, not....” His gaze slid from my face to my feet, and his mouth curled.
“Not... what?” I stared down at this mite of a man and suspicion rose inside me. There was something about him that made me think I should know him from somewhere. He was Irish, that much was clear in his name, but just because he was one of us didn’t mean he was part of the Killough Company.
“Not you.” Lor raised his chin. “You’re dangerous.”
“How do ye know that? Did Vail say that?”Feck. I didn’t want to kill anyone, especially not someone I had—dare I say it—come to care about, but if Vail was going around telling everyone who we were.... I shook my head. No. Even now I knew I couldn’t kill him. He meant too much to me. He’d wormed his way into my heart, and it felt good to have someone to actually care about.
“No.” Lor licked his lips and slid along the SUV, but I followed him, my boots pounding on the cement the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. Vail had obviously given up. Rowen and the other blokes would be home soon, and one pout from Vail and Rowen would have the door opened for him. I wanted answers before that happened.
“How do ye know who we are?” I grasped the collar of Lor’s shirt and yanked him closer to me, and he let out a surprised yelp when I slammed him against the Expedition again. He barely weighed anything and I doubted it would hurt the paint job or put a dent in the vehicle. “Ye have five seconds before I put ye through there.” I pointed at the driver-side window near his head.
His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t. Vail wouldn’t forgive you if you did that.”
“If ye know who we are, ye know how much our privacy means to us.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “One.”
“Let me go.” He struggled harder, and I tightened my hold on him.
“Two.” I smirked.
There was pounding at the door again. “Let me in there! Don’t hurt Lor!” Vail’s voice was sounding ragged as he let out an animalistic scream that had me a bit concerned—but not enough to stop.
“Three.” I made a show of staring at the window and rapped my knuckles on it. What he didn’t know was that it was bulletproof and there was no way I could send him through it. Threatening him and seeing the terrified expression on his face was fun, though. “Four.”
Lor trembled in my grip. “I’m Lorcan O’Guinn.”
“That means nothing to me.” I tightened my hold on him so much that the material in my fist made a ripping noise.
He winced. “I’m the second Lorcan in my family.”
“I don’t care. Five.”
“My biological father is Lorcan Lee,” he shouted when I yanked him forward.
I froze, the familiar name echoing in my head.Fuck. “Sloan’s general?”
He nodded quickly.
“How the fuck is that possible? He’s never said a thing.”
Bitterness swept across his face and his shoulders slumped. “Of course he hasn’t. I was the mistake. He had no plans to have kids, but he knocked up my mom, and he had no choice. I wouldn’t say we’re close, but I visit him once in a while. He tells me things.”
“Things he shouldn’t be telling ye,” I growled out, slamming him against the SUV again. He grunted and let out a pained moan when his elbow hit the side-view mirror. “How did ye know where to find us?”
“It wasn’t hard to figure out you were part of the Killough Company,” he grumbled, rubbing his elbow. “I asked him who you were and where you lived and he told me.”
“He shouldn’t’ve.” But I couldn’t fuck him up for it, either. Being a general, Lorcan Lee was one of the bosses below Sloan. He was on the same level as Jamie, which made him higher on the food chain than I was. “Does Vail know who ye are? Were ye the one feeding him information about our organization?”
“Oh God,no.” He attempted to shove me, but I barely moved, and he slumped, giving up already. “I wouldn’t put him in that kind of danger. He doesn’t know who I am and I want it to stay that way. I never wanted to be part of any criminal organization. Never. I might talk to him, but I hate my father and what he stands for.”
“But ye took up studies about the mob.” I raised my eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.
He shrugged. “What do you want me to say? It interests me? Because it does, but that doesn’t mean I want to be a part of it.”
“Did yer father ask ye?”
His snort was the only answer I needed. I didn’t know much about Lorcan Lee because he didn’t take care of our side of the business, but word had it he was a snake in the grass. Slimy. Sloan didn’t like him very much, and neither did a lot of the other generals. Lorcan was only in his position because of Sloan’s father, who’d asked Sloan to give Lorcan the job while he was on his deathbed.
