Page 116 of Three Irish Kings

It’s suspicious, and Dare claims to have scoured the internet for Isla Quinn and found nothing.

What if it’s another alias? What if she’s connected to Cormac?

I may feel something strange toward her that I can’t quite name, but I don’t trust her. I can’t afford to. She has the power to destroy me.

The only people I trust are Dare and Cillian, and even then, I can’t trust them when it comes to Isla. They’re both losing it over her, and shit, maybe I am too, in my own way.

Leaving the office, I get into my car and take a deep breath before cranking it up and driving the half hour to my father’s mansion.

I punch the keycode to the gate only for it to beep and turn red.

Frowning, I try it again.

I groan and get out of my car, stalking up to the gate.

The guard must be new. I don’t recognize him, at least.

“Yes?”

Apparently, he doesn’t recognize me either.

I huff. “Keycode isn’t working.”

He shrugs. “Boss must have changed it. If you don’t have the code, chances are he doesn’t want you around here.”

I grit my teeth.

My father is always hiring new talent, young kids who barely know their asses from holes in the ground. He doesn’t ask for my approval, and he’s grown increasingly paranoid as his mind started to fray.

Still, this fucker should know who he’s talking to.

I pinch my nose between my index and middle fingers. “You’re new and you don't know who I am, but I should warn you that I’m not a patient man. Let me in.”

The guard walks closer to the gate and leans in, rolling his eyes. “Oh, I’m sure you’revery important.”

I know I shouldn’t lose it. I know that I’m capable of keeping control. But I also know that is a lost cause today.

Between everything I’m feeling for Isla, my father losing his mind, and this Maggie Sullivan situation, my nerves are shot.

I jut out my left arm, grabbing his shirt collar, pulling him tight against the gate, preventing him from moving much as my right hand presses my gun to his temple.

“Now, let’s try this again, shall we? My name is Liam Hayes, and if you don’t let me in right the fuck now, I’ll make sure to take my sweet time with you before sending you home in pieces to your family as thanks for your service, however brief.”

The thought of carving my name on his face so he’ll never forget me again makes my mouth twitch.

I hate the violence that comes with this life, but this guy is testing my patience.

He chokes, his eyes widening. “You're Ronan’s son?”

I let him go, putting my gun away, and he nearly falls down before righting himself.

I start walking back to my car. “Tick tock.”

He rushes to press the button for the gate, mumbling apologies.

Fucking useless piece of shit.

If I wasn’t in a hurry to meet Isla after this, he’d learn his lesson the hard way.