Lachlan (Dangerous Doms #5) - Jane Henry Page 0,40

in. He curses, and I can see him in my mind, sitting at his desk, his head buried in his hand. He takes the safety and wellbeing of every single member of the McCarthy Clan as his personal duty.

“So, the two boys they spent time with last night weren’t able to be traced? No one knows who they were or where they came from. And one asked Fiona about us?”

“Aye,” I say with a sigh. Goddammit it, she’s so innocent.

“Take her back to the hotel,” he says. “Keep her fucking safe.”

The irony of his words strikes me. How can I keep her safe when she’s locked within the walls of a hotel, this far away from family, and I want to own every inch of her body?

“Aye, of course. You have my word.”

You have my word.

The McCarthy family promise. When we tell someone they have our word, we bloody well mean it.

“How’s everyone at home?” I wonder if anything that’s gone on here correlates to danger at home.

“Alright,” he says. “Mam isn’t feeling that well, but I think it could be a minor case of something we ate is all. Maybe a sickness, I don’t know. Sebastian is looking after her, and I bet she’ll be fine soon.”

“Fair enough. Fiona’s done well. Finished up with orientation, begins classes tomorrow.”

“Well done. Let me know if you need anything, Lach, will you?”

“Of course.”

Besides a fucking bubble for me to lock Fiona in and ensure her safety? I’m good.

“Tonight, I want you and Tiernan meeting up with Calum. Good people, leaders of the Boston contingent. Tiernan’s worked hard to ensure this alliance. Normally I wouldn’t ask you to bring Fiona, but I think given the circumstances you have no choice.”

“Of course. Thanks, Keenan.”

“Lachlan.”

“Mmm?”

“Has Tiernan told you what it is tonight?”

Wariness grows in my belly. “No, he hasn’t. Something I should know?”

“It isn’t a normal meeting, Lach. It’s an auction.”

My body stiffens, and I can feel Fiona’s eyes sharpen on me. “What kind of a fucking auction?”

He sighs. “You know what kind, Lach. Keep her safe. Mark her as yours.”

I can guarantee Nolan was nowhere near Keenan’s office during this conversation.

We’re not in Ballyhock anymore. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Why hasn’t Tiernan told me the work he’s done here? I can’t really blame him, though. We haven’t had time.

We hang up just as we get to the hotel room, and the irony isn’t lost on me, Keenan’s parting words in my ears.

Keep her safe.

Mark her as yours.

I’ve taken her from one potentially dangerous situation to another, only in this arena, I’m the bloody antagonist. Just when I’ve decided I won’t defile her, that I’ll keep her pure and innocent and not give into the temptation that threatens to break my resolve, my goddamn Chief tells me to mark her.

“Something wrong, Lachlan?”

“Like you said,” I tell her, leading her into the hotel. “We need to talk.”

I sweep my gaze over every detail, noting anything that might indicate we were followed or we’re in danger, but everything seems kosher. “I’ve got some business to attend to later and you’ll have to join me. We’ll talk of it upstairs.”

She nods, and we get on the elevator. She crooks a finger at me when the doors close. I bend down and put my ear to her mouth.

“There’s a guard at the door who saw us come in,” she says. “And I know I may be imagining things, but I swear, Lachlan, the second he saw you he picked up his phone and sent a message or something.”

Bloody hell. And I missed this?

“When I was talking to Keenan?”

She nods. The elevator door swings open and two men in suits enter. They nod courteously. I barely maintain civility. I sweep my gaze down the length of them. Neither are packing a weapon, and they seem almost fully disinterested in us.

But who to trust? The goddamn frat boys they hung out with last night could be conspiring against us, for Christ’s sake. The guard at the door. I need her safe. But am I enough?

The door to our floor opens, and the two businessmen stare disinterestedly at their phones. I don’t take her back to our hotel room, though, but make a quick left, open the exit to the stairwell, and take her down a flight of stairs.

“Where’re we going?” she whispers. I put my finger to my lips, and she follows in silence.

I send Keenan a brief message, and half a minute later Carson texts me. Clan hacker and chief