Kansas (Ruthless Kings MC Atlantic City #2) - K.L. Savage Page 0,78
Is this a figment of my imagination?
“You can’t be her godfather. Her dad couldn’t have been that stupid.”
That’s Amos. He sounds furious.
“Ya better watch yer fucking tone when ya speak to me. You have no idea who I am and what I am capable of.”
“I do. You are The Irish Crow. It’s what they call you. I’m not stupid. You used to work with my old Prez.”
“Ah, Venom. Horrible man. He owed me a lot of money when he died. I guess that’s yer doing?” Irish man asks.
“That would be mine. Blew them to fucking bits just like I can you in a matter of seconds. You can shoot me, but you’d be stuck with a grenade at your feet. Boom.” Boomer makes an explosion sound with his mouth. “A sweet red mist will coat the room with your Irish fucking filth.”
“I like you,” Irish says with an ironic laugh.
“Makes one of us,” Amos sneers.
I manage to wiggle, and pain rolls up my leg. “Ouch,” I grumble. It hurts to speak. My throat is dry and raw, and my leg feels like it’s on fire.
“Violet.” Amos hovers over my face.
I blink slowly and steadily, letting my mind come to the present on its own terms. His handsome face comes into view. He looks like crap. It looks like he hasn’t shaved in a few days, and his eyes are ringed with red.
“Violet. You’re awake. I love you.” He presses a soft kiss on my lips, and I weakly lift my hand to press it against his face. “You scared the hell out of me.”
If I had enough energy, I’d cry to hear him say that. I give him a tiny, tired smile instead. I’m so happy, but I know he can’t see it. “I love you too. My sisters?” I ask, staring into the home of his hazel irises.
“They are okay. They woke up a few hours ago.”
“Is an Irish man here? I’m so confused.”
A few guys laugh in the background, but I can’t tell who it is since I’ve closed my eyes for a minute.
“Remember the man we worried about finding you for the drugs?”
I nod, licking my dry, chapped lips.
“He’s here. His name is Lorcan O’Crowely.”
“He did this,” I mumble, turning my head weakly to look at the man. Every fiber of my being hurts, and I point to him. “You almost killed me.”
“He says he didn’t do it,” Amos growls, displeased. “And I don’t know if I believe him. He claims to be your godfather.”
“My Dad never mentioned it,” I counter with evidence to prove he isn’t.
“I have proof. If anything happened to them, you were supposed to come to me, but considering you’re grown now, you are in charge of your sisters. Yer father and I were good friends, Violet. He spoke of his daughters constantly.”
“Why didn’t I know about you, then?”
He takes a step forward, and Amos holds out his hand to stop him from coming closer. “That’s close enough.”
Lorcan sits down in the chair and crosses an ankle over his knee. “It was important to yer father ye were not involved in this world. Our world. My world. It’s a dangerous one, because I am a dangerous man. Ya weren’t easy to find. I had to hire a private investigator. When yer father didn’t deliver, I knew something had happened. He was always on top, punctual, and he communicated.”
“They died in the storm,” I whisper.
“I’m so sorry to hear that, Violet,” Lorcan states. “But I assure you, I would not harm my family, well, unless they harmed me first. That’s not the point.”
And it isn’t reassuring.
“So.” He slaps his hands on the chair. “We need to find who did this to ya.” His Irish accent comes out stronger in some sentences than others. “I’ll kill them.”
“I will,” Amos inserts, taking my hand in his. “I want retribution. It’s probably one of your men causing fucking problems.”
“My men know better. How do we not know it isn’t one of yours?”
Boomer tosses a grenade in his hand, and my heart rate kicks up a notch.
Please, don’t drop that.
“Never. My men are loyal to the core.” Boomer stands in front of Lorcan, glaring daggers with him, eye-to-eye.
“My men are smart and scared. They would never turn their back on me while they know what I can do to them,” he states.
“Can someone get a doctor? I need pain meds and water.”
“I can make you feel better, Violet,” Pulse says, coming into view from the back corner.