He gives me a withering look. “That girl is no Fiona to you, though, Tiernan.” He’s been married to my sister for several years, and the two of them were damn near fated to be together.
He’s right, but I’m not in the mood. How do I fucking know what came over me?
“Shut it, Lach. I don’t want your fucking lecture.”
He raises his brows and opens his mouth, then closes it again quickly.
“You’re right,” he says with annoying patience. “I’ll save that for Keenan.” He narrows his eyes on me. “But I hope he assigns me your bloody fucking punishment.”
My stomach actually tightens at that. If Keenan sentences me for punishment for my reckless behavior, there will be no fighting back. I’ll take it, as I’m meant to.
Will he, though?
I blow out a breath and look out the window. “Fucking worth it,” I mutter.
“The bastard came there to kill you,” Boner says while he navigates the streets like a drunken race car driver.
“Oh? What gave you that fucking idea, Sherlock? And Christ, will you please watch how you’re fucking driving before you bloody kill us?”
He rolls his eyes at me. “We’re fine. Good as gold, here. So what the fuck did you do to him to earn him pulling a weapon on you in the middle of the match? Were you set up?”
“Something like,” I say, my anger fading as I try to piece it together. And it serves no purpose for me to attack my Clan brothers now. They’re the ones on my fucking side.
“Who invited you?” Lachlan asks.
“Danny Cook.”
Lachlan scowls. “He’s not the type to get involved. Not very likely someone put him up to it. Bet he just wanted you back in the ring.”
I nod. “Aye.”
“But once word got out you were the one fighting, Cage packed a fucking weapon.”
“Not only packed it, but security let him get away with it.”
Lachlan nods. “Aye. So let’s name your enemies, then.”
I snort. “Name my fucking enemies, Lach? You out of your bloody mind? Keenan’s had me going from Boston to Bangkok, Paris to Malaysia. I’m fucking Clan enforcer, brother. I’ve punished and killed, and stacked enemies from fucking coast to coast.”
Boner nods. “That he does. Right proud of you, son.”
I roll my eyes. “Oh fuck off, Boner.”
He chortles with laughter, the wanker.
Lachlan blows out a breath. “Well, now you’ve got yourself another.”
“Thanks, Lach, whose fucking side are y’on anyway?”
He’s usually got a sense of humor, but tonight there’s not a trace. He’s older than I am. They all are. But he’s the one that’s really taken me under his wing, showed me the ways of the Clan. He taught me to rein in my temper and use it for good, to abide by Clan code.
“I feel goddamn responsible,” he mutters.
I smack his shoulder. “Oh shut it, will you? What the feck are you going on about?”
He smacks me back, and it bloody hurts. “I was the one that taught you to fight that good!”
I actually laugh out loud, and finally feel a bit of the tension seep out of me.
“Oh, that’s right. Then it’s totally your fucking fault. If you’d just left me a gangly, ragey teen with a chip on his shoulder, none of this would’ve happened!”
“Not sure why everyone’s so uptight here,” Boner says. “I mean, it’s not like what Tiernan did is that out of the ordinary, is it? I mean this is why we have a Clan doctor, Clan lawyers, connections on the police force and even the fucking Church.”
Lachlan sighs. “You don’t have a fucking clue who he was, do you?”
Fuck.
Lachlan looks at me, and he shakes his head. “Motherfucker, you don’t either, do you, Tiernan?”
I shake my head. Waiting for his answer feels like waiting for the axe to drop. I swallow hard.
“Fucking son of the Prime Minister, Tiernan.”
A cold, prickly awareness travels over my neck, down my spine, and settles in my belly.
“No fucking foolin’, Lach?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and looks out the window. His silence underscores how serious he is.
Christ, but I’ve fucked up royally here.
“We have any witnesses?”
He gives me a withering look. “I had Carson run the specs and interrogate. No cameras in there. We have one witness and you bloody well know who she is. She’s secured at the mansion.”
“You know who that girl is?” I ask him.
He sighs again. “Course I do. Aisling.” He shakes his head. “I didn’t let Fiona see, but there will be no hiding it now.” His gaze on me sharpens. “Have you had anything to do with her, Tiernan?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t,” I tell him honestly. “Swear to fucking God, Lach.”
His voice hardens again. “And just like that, out of nowhere, you kill a man for her?”
I sigh. “I don’t know how to explain it. She was like a sister to me, back when she and Fiona were mates, you know? If a man attacked Fiona, I’d have done the same.”
Lachlan scowls out the window, thinking, before he looks back to me. “What the hell has she done with herself? Looks like she’s fucking aged a decade since I saw her last, and can’t be more than a few years?”
I shake my head. “I only know what Keenan told me. Mum and dad divorced, mum took off with a man in America and left her with nothing. Dad shot himself last year, she’s been scraping to get by.”
Boner looks at us in the rearview mirror.
“And she was sitting with the line of Vivian’s girls, now, wasn’t she?”
I feel my body tighten, my anger surging. “If you fucking touched her, Boner…”
“Swear to God, mate! I didn’t. Came straight to Keenan. I knew she was Vivian’s, though.”
I growl under my breath but let it go.
Lachlan blows out a whistle. “Mother of God,” he mutters. “Jesus, that’s terrible.”
It is.
We make it to the bunker, mostly in silence this time. The weight of what happened tonight, what I did, hangs over all of us like a storm cloud.
This is why Keenan has me coming to the bunker, the safest place we have, to make sure everything’s secured before I return home.
Lachlan and Boner leave me, and I enter the cold room underground with the dread of a prisoner entering a cell. I flick on the dim overhead light and smile to myself when the light illuminates the small room.
Someone’s come in here with a feminine touch since the last time I was here. The bed is made with a nice duvet, and they’ve even hung up some wall art. A small vase of plastic flowers sits on the bedside table. I open the cabinet where we keep the emergency food store, suddenly ravenous. I put the kettle on, and make myself a hot cup of tea, some tuna, and eat it with crackers.
Sebastian, the Clan doctor arrives, and looks over my minor injuries. He pronounces me fine, and tells me Keenan’s on his way.
“I’ll see you later tonight at home,” Sebastian says, leading me to believe that I’m likely not spending the night here.
Keenan arrives an hour or so later, after I’ve damn near worn a hole in the floor pacing.