Chapter six: Liam

I walk into the house feeling fairly smug that that worked out much better than we could have anticipated. It was relatively easy. I guess that’s what happens when you are a cocky mother fucker. Even if he knew something was happening once he spotted me in the back of the room. By the time he had finished his speech and went to the bathroom, which my sister in law swept Isabelle away to, to check on his wife we were a long way off from it and almost out the door. By the time he realized that, I had already left the building along with the few I brought with me. It had gone off without much of a hitch. I did hear some gun fire, but the few shots stopped almost as soon as they started and I saw the van flying away. Now I only need to get an update from Declan and move on to the next part of the plan.

I walk in to my study and he id sitting there looking gloom as fuck for what we had just managed to accomplished. When I walk around to sit on my side of the desk, I see Cara looking down, ringing her hand in her lap. Declan has the thousand yard stare looking at some spot on the wall behind my head. I look at both of them, looking carefully for any sign they did in fact get hurt during the kidnapping. But I see no obvious sign of injury. My brain comes to a sudden halt.

“The gun fire? Who was hit if not either of you?” I’m not sure why I have this sinking feeling in my stomach at the thought it might have been her. That would ruin everything but I could work with it so there is no way that’s the cause of my sudden discomfort.

“No one that I know of.” Declan quietly answer and I let out a breath and lean back into my chair with relief. However, it is very short lived when Cara hiccups and I see a few tears slide down her face. Declan reaches for her, but she shrugs him off not accepting his comfort. That has my haunches back up.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I demand with a little more force then probably necessary.

Cara pales further, and Declan’s adams apple bobs up and down as he slowly turns his gaze to me, looking me dead in my eye. I can see the regret and shame there. He doesn’t show emotions often. In fact to see it now has my stomach in my chest.

“When we were leaving, and the gun fire started… we ran to the van.” He pauses and that’s when I know what I was about to hear was not going to be good. How I held out hope to this point I am not sure. “When I put her in the van it was rushed and maybe not too gently.”

“ Fucking own it Declan!” I snap at him. I have always disliked when people don’t come to the point of what they are trying say and own the things they do. If you fuck up guess what, own it. Learn from it and don’t repeat it. His hesitation to get to what happened and the fact he said maybe tells me the truth, he wasn’t careful. Does that mean he meant what happened? That is yet to be seen.

“ I just tossed her into the van. Same as I would do with anyone. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt her. I didn’t even put force in to it!” my heart stops

“He really didn’t Liam! It shouldn’t have caused any issue I swear.” She is now sobbing. I look back at my brother.

“What Happened?” I grind me teeth as a speak.

“She said its dislocated, and her collarbone could be broken. “ I sit in stunned silence. “It looked pretty bad, she might be right.” he continues.

“She told you… I can understand knowing your shoulder is out of its fucking socket.” I rise from my chair, voice rising with each word. I slam my hand down on the table. When thought trickles back in I look at Declan again he isn’t saying something. “Spit it out! “ He actually pales before speaking the next words.

“After she told us that in the same breath she said again.” That causes me to pause.

“What do you mean she said again?”

“She said, it feels dislocated again, and that her collarbone might be broken again as well.” Cara supplied. I look between the two of them trying to connect the dots. Then I pale and fall back into my chair.

“Fuck.” I look at Declan. He gives me a small nod. Its not something most people would come to as a obvious conclusion, but when you live how we do it’s your first thought. Where we come from, in Ireland we are taught to cherish our women and children, most bonds are unbreakable. However sometimes someone goes against the status quo. That was Cormac O’Gallagher to a T. Our father was not a man, no he was a monster. So yea it is our first assumption to assume that the “again” meant she had felt this pain before maybe more than once.

I rip my phone from my pocket. She already has been sitting there for a few hours. I cringe at that thought. Opening up my contacts I look for the one I want and hit the call button. He picks up on the first ring.

“Boss.”

“ Get to the cells in the Catskills.” I bark through the phone, not taking my eyes off my brother.

“What am I looking at?” This man is the only one who gets to ask me question with out the fear of retribution, after all he needs answer to do his job.

“Mid twenties, female, probable shoulder dislocation.” I let out a sigh. “possible collarbone break.”

“I see.” He’s quiet for a minute like he is waiting for more, he is the best. That’s why he is on my payroll.

“She may or may not have had this happen before, and we do not know under what circumstances of how it might have happened.” Another minute of silence he understand exactly what I am not saying.

“I will have to bring my assistant to reset the arm at the very least. Collarbone might not be so easy. What’s the status of this girl?” he is asking how comfortable he should make her.

“She is not to feel pain. I had no intention of torture, just discomfort when I put her in there. “ and that is the truth. We didn’t want to give her luxury but we never meant for her to be hurt.

“Very well. I am leaving now.” I can hear him gathering his things.

“Update me.” I disconnect the call. How can I go from feeling on top of the word, to this unnamable feeling in such a short time?

Guess I was the cocky mother fucker tonight.