Page 4 of The Chief
“We? I thought this was somethingyouwanted.”
“It is. And so does my clan.”
I shook my head, trying to keep up with the conversation. “Your clan? You don’t have a clan.”
The edge of his mouth tilted up in a parody of a smile. “I’m a Sentinel of the Fiach Clan.”
“But you said your cousin would never let you join.”
All civility dropped from his face. “And you said you would never leave me.”
I stared at the bullet in my hand. “If I do this, will we be even?”
“Oh, Molly, we willneverbe even. How could we be when you broke my dark fucking heart?”
Chapter 2
Keir
One week later…
The bullet with my boss’s name etched in the side rolled around the center console, my every turn making it rattle louder and louder in the cup holder. I’d known it was only a matter of time before Finnan pissed off the wrong person. I just hadn’t realized it would be so damn soon.
Pressing down on the accelerator, I sent the Rover hurtling down the road, my horn blaring at any driver that was in the way. As I ran a hand through my hair, tugging at the ends, I caught a whiff of Molly’s cunt on my fingers, and my spent dick gave a pathetic twitch. Glaring down at it, I tapped on the steering wheel restlessly. Though I wanted nothing more than another cigarette, I’d rolled and smoked my last one after I’d chased Jynx. I didn’t know where she’d gone, but I knew she had to be close. I also hoped she heeded my warning.
You’d better keep running unless you want me to find you. And I swear … I will find you.
I pulled into the compound with a squeal of tires, soon muffled by the gravel on the long drive. Tall dark hedges soared alongside the car, falling away as I reached the turning circle where several of the clan’s Rovers were parked. Pulling the SUVinto a free space, I killed the engine, grabbed the bullet and climbed out.
Before I knew what was happening, I was slammed against the side of the car. My anger broke from the tether on which I chained it, in a primal reaction to the violence shown against me. My teeth bared, I fought against the weight pressed against me, my vision shifting from red to black as the rage took over.
“Where the fuck is it?” a dark voice roared. “Keir, where thefuckis it?”
“Finnan, let him go,” another voice answered. This one was familiar—Caolan. “Killing him won’t get you the bullet any faster.”
“No, but once he’s dead, it will roll from his cold, stiff fingers.”
“But you won’t know anything else,” Caolan replied, exasperation clear in his tone. “You’re being a fecking arsehole. Let him go.”
The pressure eased as Finnan snapped back, “Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”
I used the distraction to escape his hold, violently shoving Finnan away. The Clan Boss stumbled back a step before straightening, his slitted eyes narrowed on my face.
“Where the fuck is it?” he snarled.
I tossed it at him before brushing past and stalking into the house. Though a house was a stretch as far as the description went. It was a motherfucking compound—our stronghold against any and all threats against the clan. These stone walls had seen some shit in their time, and every bullet hole and chip in the stone was a testament to the strength of the Mac Tíre Clan. Once inside, I climbed the oak staircase that led up to the first floor and marched into my bedroom. I stared at the paintings of the ocean that hung on the walls. Gazing at the swirling whitewater until the rage that bubbled and churned inside me had began to dissipate.
When I felt somewhat settled, I crossed the rug and sank into one of the armchairs placed around the bookshelf. I’d learned early I needed a calm place to come to if my anger ruled me. And ever since finding that bullet, I felt as if I was spinning out of control.
Reaching into my pocket, I fished out my rolling papers and pouch of tobacco. The process of rolling a cigarette occupied my hands and gave my mind something else to focus on. I fucking needed that right now.
As I lit the end of the cigarette, the scent of Turkish tobacco filled the room, and I let it out on a steady stream of smoke. Swapping my cigarette into my other hand, I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled. The scent of Molly’s pussy was almost gone, merely the ghost of her left behind. It was too bad she couldn’t have been a fuck to get my mind off Fallon. Now she was on the clan’s radar, and that could only end in disaster. She just didn’t know it yet.
There was a knock on my door, and Caolan stuck his head inside. “Finnan has called a meeting.”
After dragging in one final, long inhale from my cigarette, I threw it onto the cold hearth.
“What the fuck happened?” Caolan asked as I stepped from the room and shut the door.
