Page 8 of Clash Of Worlds

“Trevor,” I muttered.

“God, Lucia, are you okay?”

“I think I got some splinters or small pieces in my back. Being on my back isn’t helping them.”

“Shit, hold on Siren, I need to make sure it’s safe for you before I let you up.”

I held onto his jacket as I smiled. He may not realize it, but it’s not his job to protect me. He was a man I kissed, nothing more.

And yet, he was acting like a bodyguard rather than the head of the Irish mafia.

“Do you think you can walk if you keep low? I don’t know where your men are, Lucia, but mine are here. I’ll protect you and get you out, then we can talk to your dad.”

“Sure.” It sounded better than any plan I had. Not that I would dare try to find my dad in this mess. I’m sure his own men were removing him as well.

“Come on, Siren.” With that, he carefully lifted me up and then he tried to put his jacket on me, only making me cry out. “Not going to work,” he muttered. “Trust me,” he told me, easily lifting me in his arms as if I weighed nothing and headed out to his car, his men surrounding him.

“Thanks, Trevor,” I whispered, easing into the seat the best I could.

“No thanks needed.” He turned his attention to the driver and then handed me his phone. “I hope you know your dad’s number.”

I took the phone, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Something tells me, Doyle, that my dad’s number is saved anyway.” I easily hit the number in, smirking as his name popped up.

“What do you want, Doyle?” my dad growled into the phone.

“Dad, it’s me.”

“Lucia? Why are you on Trevor’s phone?”

“I was talking to him when the blast happened. He got me out safely, but I wanted to call and let you know.”

“Thank God, I would have hated to have to explain what happened to your mother. You know how she is.” I chuckled at that, for I honestly did know. “Listen,bambina, don’t tell the man I said this,” with that, I looked at Trevor who looked right back at me, “but given the situation, he’s the only one I trust you with, so stick with him.”

~ Chapter Five ~

Trevor

“Everything okay?” I asked, taking the phone she just handed me and sticking it back in my pocket. She was smirking all over again so I could only assume everything was okay. I didn’t want to go back to that place and try to find the man, but if he demanded it, I would. Or I would even take Lucia back to his house.

“Sure. Want the icing on the cake for tonight?”

“Your dad knows who’s behind all this crap?”

“No, however, I have my thoughts. My dad said I wasn’t supposed to tell you this, but you’re the only one he trusts at this moment to keep me safe.”

I couldn’t help but let out a big laugh at that. The man who was basically a sworn enemy, a man I had to steer clear of and only play nice at certain times just told his daughter he trusted me? What the hell was this world coming to?

“That’s rich, Siren, very rich. I’m not sure why your dad does, but I do promise to protect you. And keep you safe. Regardless ofyour brave words just moments ago, I do think your dad would kill me if anything happened to you.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying to get what she wanted, you know.”

“Hell, you are a siren. Now, turn slightly so I can see your back. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Not a lot. But I can feel the pieces. It’s those annoying type splinters. Which would make sense given how I was standing.”

“Like you can feel, but can’t see?” I glanced over her back, almost wincing at the sight.

Don’t get me wrong, in my line of work, I often saw my fair share of blood. But there was something about a woman bleeding that just made me feel sick to my stomach. They were soft creatures, they shouldn’t bleed, shouldn’t get hurt. A sad fantasy world I had for them, because in real life, they often bleed just as much as men.

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