Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,51

have to put a bullet in one of us. I volunteered.”

The two fair-haired men standing behind Cormac had been silent up until now, but they both step forward to move in front of him before Cormac can wave them off. “This has to happen,” he demands as he motions for them to step back. “This was ultimately my mistake, and I have to take responsibility for it. Once it’s done, deal with my wound, and then go collect Rian. He’ll be in charge now. You understand?”

The two men nod, both of them looking as if they are fighting back tears as Malcolm draws his pistol. He doesn’t give Cormac a chance for any final words or monologuing. He simply pulls the trigger once, causing Cormac to jerk backwards against the pier railing.

“FUCK!” Cormac grunts as his hand raises to his shoulder. He looks at Malcolm in surprise, and with a hint of terror in his eyes.

“We’re good.” Malcolm says as he slides the pistol back. “Have your boys take you over to the hospital to get that cleaned. Should be through and through, just like your guys shot me. Get yourself patched up; we’ll send Rian and his sister to you.”

“Thank you…” Cormac gasps as his men help him straighten up and begin walking him down the pier.

“Next time you get a wild hair up your ass, you call me first,” Malcolm threatens as Cormac is led away. “Don’t make us go through all this again!”

Cormac’s only reply is a pained grunt as he’s helped to the Jeep.

“Nash, call Dev or Silas and tell them to let everyone go,” Malcolm orders. “Tell them where Cormac will be so they can go check on him, or have the prospect drive them wherever they want to go.”

Nash raises an eyebrow as he comes over and pulls out his phone. “Even if they want to go to Wirth’s house?” he tries to joke.

“Wherever they want to go,” Malcolm confirms. “Whatever’s going on with you and that girl, Wirth, you need to sort it out. Don’t bring any more fucking trouble to our table over this woman, you understand?”

“She isn’t going to want to see me anymore,” I protest.

Malcolm and Nash both snort at me, causing an angry red flush to rise to my cheeks. “She’ll be crawling up his pole by tomorrow,” Malcolm quips to Nash.

“Tonight,” Nash corrects him with a grin.

I stomp off down the pier, irrationally irritated with both of my brothers after their ribbing.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Maeve

“You’re both free to go,” the guy with long brown hair says when he comes into the bedroom. Malcolm, I think his name is. He pulls out a big knife from the holster on his belt and cuts off Rian’s zip ties.

“How is he? How’s Cormac?” he jumps up and asks as soon as he’s free.

“He’s going to be fine. Just grazed his shoulder like the bullet grazed mine. It burns like a son of a bitch but will be fine in a few days,” Malcolm replies. “The prospect can give you both a ride to the hospital if you want. Cormac’s going to say he got hit while shooting at a range in the backyard with some drunk friends to try and keep the police away.”

“Let’s go,” Rian says to me as he rushes out of the room.

“Thanks for not killing him,” I tell Malcolm.

“No problem,” he says. “I’m getting soft in my old age. Having a kid and an old lady doesn’t help. They need me, so I can’t be trigger happy anymore.”

“Yeah,” I agree as I follow him out of the house where Rian is already climbing into an SUV with the former Knights’ prospect, Freddie.

I quickly look around, hoping to find Wirth to apologize to him and see where we stand.

“He’s not here,” Malcolm says, having figured out what I’m doing. “He said he had some work to do back at the shop.”

“My car,” I mutter, because I know that’s what he’s probably working on despite everything that happened.

“You nearly got him and the rest of us killed,” Malcolm reminds me. “Better figure out a way to make that shit up to him.”

“I will,” I agree. “Where’s his shop at?” I ask, and he rattles off the address.

“It’s only a few blocks from the pool hall.”

“Okay, thank you,” I tell him just as Rian rolls down the passenger window of the running SUV and yells, “Hurry up, Maeve!”

Since I know I would be frantic to see the man I love after he