Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,18

back of his neck after he picks up on the same vibe. “I should go check on Malcolm and Hunt,” he tells them before escaping the room. Joanna’s eyes follow him.

Since he doesn’t want to spill the beans yet about their connection, I decide to remind her, “He has a girlfriend he’s crazy about. She’s a tiny little thing that’s vicious when she needs to be.”

“And?” Joanna says as she narrows her eyes at me in question.

“And I’m just putting that out there.”

“Like I would ever be interested in some criminal outlaw biker dude,” Joanna responds. She tries to point her finger to her chest which tugs on the tube connecting her to Fiasco, making her wince when she has to readjust the entry point in her skin. “No, thank you. I have enough problems on my own.”

“Good,” I reply. “Not that I’m glad you have problems but that you wouldn’t waste your time…Whatever. I’m going to check on the other guys,” I say so I can get the hell out of there before I blurt out Nash’s secret. “Just take care of him, okay?” I tell her with a nod of my chin at Fiasco’s prone form on the bed.

“I’ll do my best,” Joanna says before I walk back into the living room.

Chapter Eight

Maeve

I don’t sleep at all after my brother finally leaves. I just lie in bed angry at myself for being a part of Cormac’s ploy that hurt three men.

It’s been years since I’ve been to church. I haven’t been since my father used to make me attend Mass like a good, little, Catholic girl. Eventually, when I was old enough to call him out on his hypocrisy of being a church-going mob boss, he stopped making me go.

But this morning, when I give up on sleep, I get up, take a quick shower, and then go to the chapel to get on my knees and pray to God that those men live.

I may have only known Hunt for a few weeks, but we’ve been as close as two humans can get many times. At first, I was just playing the part, trying to get on the inside to give Cormac information. But Hunt and some of the other men grew on me. I would consider Hunt a friend, and I know he would protect me and the other club girls from anything.

Then there’s Wirth’s two friends. I can’t imagine what he’s going through, seeing them both injured. The one outside took two bullets and left puddles of blood behind on the concrete in the alley. He’s probably the one who will struggle the most to overcome his injuries.

Once I finish my prayer, I go over to the votive stand and light four candles – three for the injured men and one for my brother’s soul. Rian is so hard-headed and cocky, like my father. He thinks he was born to lead. That path will only end with him in the ground, losing his life before he ever gets to have one.

If my brother can’t be reasoned with, that means I have to go to someone who will.

Cormac.

Since my car is still busted up on the side of the highway, I have to take the bus to get to the Irish pub on the other side of town.

I bust through the front door and start down the hall toward Cormac’s office where a gigantic man with a shaved head that I’ve never seen before is standing guard.

“I need to see Cormac.”

“He’s not to be disturbed,” the man replies with a voice so deep I can barely make out the words.

“Too bad,” I tell him when I slip around him and try the doorknob. Since it’s locked, I bang my fist on the door while yelling, “Cormac! Let me in! We need to talk!”

“He’s not in his office,” the giant informs me. “He’s still asleep.”

“How can he be asleep after what he did last night?” I demand, going down the hallway and banging on each and every door until one finally opens and the asshole steps out…tying the belt on his maroon silk robe that I’m guessing has nothing under it.

“Feeling fancy this morning after a night of attempted murder?” I snap at him.

“Maeve, it’s too fucking early for your dramatics. Come back later,” Cormac says as he rubs his hand over his bearded jaw and then his temple like I’m giving him a headache.

“How could you let my brother do your dirty work last night? He could’ve