Lachlan (Dangerous Doms #5) - Jane Henry Page 0,81

Ballyhock. I think you’ve been infiltrated. I don’t think the threat’s in America. Think about it. Those blokes I met with Aisling, they were likely just the lackeys of whoever’s here, aren’t they?”

Lachlan’s pacing. “Of course. And when were we actually attacked? When we set foot back on Ballyhock.”

“They were the crest,” I tell him. “I know it. They made a mistake leaving it that first day I saw it, though I’ve been a fool not to see it before now. Who do they have in the interrogation room right now?”

“Don’t know.” He gives me a stern look. “How did you know we’ve anyone in the interrogation room at all?”

I roll my eyes at him, only making his stern look darken. “Lachlan, stop pretending I don’t know who you are,” I tell him, and for some reason, I feel lighter than I have in days. Weeks. Months. Ever?

“Lachlan,” I say, reaching for his hands and giving them a squeeze. “I know who you are. I know who all of you are. And I love you. I wrestled with this, of course I did. And I know I’ll wrestle with it still. But you need to know that I understand, I accept, and I love you as you are.”

He reaches for me and holds me to him in an embrace. I pull away after a few seconds.

“Lachlan,” I say earnestly. “We need to go down to the interrogation room. And you need to tell Keenan. His guard’s been compromised.”

“Bloody hell.” He calls Keenan, but the line rings and rings with no answer. He looks out the window but of course there’s nothing to see, not yet. “You fucking stay right by my side,” he says. “Don’t push me, Fiona.”

“I won’t,” I tell him, “I promise. Now go, Lachlan.”

He draws his gun when we open the door to our apartment.

No guard.

Bloody hell, who’s here? Who’s compromised us?

We walk down the stairs to the main lobby area of the house, and it feels eerily quiet here. Lachlan looks to me and I to him. “We don’t usually take women below to the interrogation room,” he says, holding my gaze. “When we get down there, I swear to God, Fiona—”

I roll my eyes. “I know,” I tell him. “I get it, okay? I promise, I won’t fuck up.”

He walks with his gun drawn, toward the stairway that leads to the basement. He loops an arm around me, and we open the door. Voices come up the stairs, and he moves with purpose now. At the bottom of the stairs stand two guards. They nod to him respectfully. Normally, he wouldn’t even think twice, but this time he’s been warned.

“Gentleman,” Lachlan says sternly. They nod back.

“You,” he says, jerking his chin at the man to the left. “Show me your ink.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

Lachlan goes sterner than I’ve ever seen him, his eyes narrowed with fury, his temper barely in check. “Take off the jacket,” he orders. “And show me your motherfucking McCarthy ink.”

“Lachlan!” I shout, as the guard to the right pulls a gun. “No!” But Lachlan’s quicker than either of them and was prepared. He loops an arm around me, drags me to the ground, sweeps the legs of one guard who crashes to the floor while he pulls the trigger on the second. In seconds, he’s got one disarmed and the other holding his arm, howling in agony.

“Serves you right,” I say, kicking at him when fury rips through me. These sons of bitches are responsible for so much harm and devastation. It’s a bloody wonder they haven’t done more yet.

“Call Keenan,” Lachlan tells me, panting, his knee on the chest of the incapacitated man in front of him. I do with trembling fingers. Keenan answers immediately on speakerphone, and Lachlan talks to him over me.

“I’m outside the interrogation room. Send someone now. Our guard’s been compromised.”

Keenan curses, and I hear a door open not far from where we are. Moments later, Cormac and Tully show up. When they see the men on the floor, they pull their weapons. A chill sweeps over me at the look in Cormac’s eyes. He’s a beast of a man, but the gentlest giant when it comes to the women of the Clan. He’s welcomed me in as if I were his very own sister. But now, looking at him, it’s clear to me he could pull that trigger and send this man to damnation without thinking twice.

“Get these men into the room,” Lachlan orders. “And you