I need to remind myself what he did.
“I’m going to see Fiasco,” I tell Devlin. “Tell the guys I’ll see them later.”
“Yeah, okay. Tell him we’re thinking about him.”
“I will,” I agree before I head out on my bike. Thanks to the anger burning through my veins, I don’t even feel the slightest buzz from the whiskey.
Maeve
I call Rian as soon as I sit back down in Crystal’s car.
“Yeah?” he answers.
“The MC is planning something. It won’t be long before they come after the Irish.”
“I’ve already told you that we’ll be ready for them. We’ve got cameras everywhere around this joint.”
I hear the loud hum of a group of motorcycles right before a group pulls up across the street.
“The MC is bringing in more guys, ones from out of town,” I tell Rian. “You all will be outnumbered.”
“Not a problem. In fact, we figured that would happen. We’ve got a shitload of guns and ammo waiting. But it would be better if you could find out exactly when they’ll be here.”
“I can’t do that! They’re not telling me anything else,” I say, refusing to admit to him that Wirth knows I’m a traitor and also unwilling to help my brother hurt anyone else. “Leave while you still can, before everything goes to hell!”
“I can’t leave Cormac,” Rian says. “My job is to protect him.”
“No, his job should be to protect you,” I argue. “You’re supposed to be the one they follow.”
“Well, that’s not how it works right now, and I’m done talking about this shit with you.”
“You know as well as I do that Cormac deserves everything that happens to his sorry ass!”
“Don’t fucking say that!” Rian snaps at me, sounding so defensive and unlike my little brother. “You don’t know him like I do.”
“No, I know him better. You’re fucking blind and think everyone is as loyal as you are,” I say with a roll of my eyes he can’t see before I end the call.
My brother is too damn stubborn to admit when he’s wrong or when Cormac is in the wrong, and that error in judgment is probably going to cost him his life.
Chapter Fifteen
Wirth
“Hey, Joanna. Sorry to bother you,” I say when the kind nurse opens her door later that night.
“No, you’re fine,” she says in a rush as she reaches up to redo her ponytail that’s coming undone, her cheeks a little flushed. “And you came at the perfect time – he’s actually awake and talking!”
“He is?” I say in surprise.
“Yeah. Finally, right?” she laughs nervously. “Come on in.”
“Thanks,” I say as I step into the house and go right to the bedroom.
When I walk in, Fiasco is sitting up, his torso bare other than the bandage on his side under his ribs. “Oh, it’s just you,” he says before he falls backward on the pillow again.
“Ah, just me? Thanks for that warm reception,” I joke with a grin, glad to see him not only conscious but more alert than I expected.
“Sorry, that’s not what I meant,” he says just as Joanna comes in behind me.
“Would you like something to drink, Wirth? What about you, Phillip?” Joanna asks.
“Phillip?” I repeat in confusion. “Who the fuck is…oh.”
All this time I’ve known Fiasco and I had no clue that his real name is Phillip. Seems odd he has such a normal name for such an unusual man. And really, to the guys in the MC, he’ll always be Fiasco.
“I would love some water,” Fiasco, aka Phillip, tells Joanna.
“I’m fine, thanks,” I reply before she hurries out of the room.
“So, how are you feeling?” I ask him. “You look better.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m good,” he says, watching the door intently before his wide brown eyes come back to me. “Wait. You’re not here to take me home, are you?”
“Ah, I don’t know. I wasn’t even sure if you would be awake or not. Are you ready to go home?”
“Fuck no!” he exclaims. Lowering his voice, he says, “Did you see the hot piece of ass waiting on me?”
“She’s a nurse,” I remind him.
“She’s a goddamn angel,” he says with a sigh as his head falls back onto the headboard.
“Fine. But she’s also Nash’s sister, so don’t even think about…well, about the things you normally think!”
“His sister?” Fiasco says, his jaw dropping. “I didn’t know he had a sister.”
Whispering, I go over to his side of the bed and tell him, “You still don’t. You can’t say a word! She doesn’t know yet.”
“Oh. Okay,” he replies just as Joanna returns