Flynn, Joyee - A Zane Po' Boy [The O'Hagan Way 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free

to do if we’re going to make this work.” Isaac glanced around, and sure enough, there were several warriors in the halls casting glances our way.
    None of us said a word as we headed to the front hall where we’d come in. Isaac stopped by an office and left a letter on a desk. Now me curiosity was eating me alive. We rushed out to his car, all climbing in quickly.
    “We built a cell in the basement,” Isaac said once we were driving again. “Zane could get out of a normal room simply by breaking down the door or punching through the drywall. But I had a solid steel room built that he can’t get out of, especially in his weakened state.”
    “Ya want to kidnap our mate and lock him up?” Brian asked, his eyes going wide with shock.
    “I’m up for other suggestions,” Isaac growled. “He’s slowly dying, and after this last mission, now people know something’s up and he will become even more reckless. If we can’t get through to him in his grief and anger, then I’m going to lock his ass up and force him to eat and get the blood he needs until he sees reason. I’m not going to chain him to the wall or anything. We would even give him a bathroom.”
    “That’s not a bad idea,” I agreed, given how badly our mate looked. Gone was the blond Adonis I remembered. Zane looked like a human cancer patient that was riddled with the disease. His skin had almost sickly gray tones and was practically hanging off his bones. His shiny hair was dull, his dark green eyes sunken in his head, having also lost their sparkle and vitality. He did look like he was knocking at death’s door, begging to be let inside.
    It scared me enough to agree to any crazy plan that had half a chance of working.
    “He might hate us, too,” Brian replied, nibbling on his lower lip.
    “Aye, but he’ll be alive. Even if he never forgives us, I can’t live with the idea we destroyed him,” I whispered, me eyes burning in grief. “I’d rather set him right and send him on his way to that Darcy man just so he leads a happy life. If he can’t forgive us, then we have to let him go, but we can’t just leave him be as he is.”
    “I told you anyone related to Shane and Sean had to have good hearts,” Rory said with a smile as he turned to look back at us from the front seat. “You’re still assholes for walking away like that and not coming right back. We shouldn’t have had to come to you out of desperation eight months later.”
    “Aye, ya be right, cat,” Brian agreed with a nod, shooting me a nasty glance.
    “Don’t ya dare be blaming me. I didn’t tie ya down in Ireland. Ya wanted us to go, and I said no, I wasn’t going. Ya still could have come on ya own.” I was tired of taking the blame for that one.
    “Aye, ya right,” he sighed as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck in agitation. Then he glanced back at Rory. “In our defense, we thought he not want us. If we had even the slightest idea that Zane be suffering, we would have dropped everything and come back.”
    “Which is the only reason I let you on my plane,” Isaac said, glancing at us in the rearview mirror. “If you had been dicks in Ireland, we would have told you where to shove it. But it only took us two minutes to get you to come with us. All’s not forgiven, but that said something for your character.”
    “Fair enough,” Brian replied as he glanced out the window. “So where we be going? We need help kidnapping Zane, right? And what was that letter?”
    “We’re going to the Marius compound to get a few of those knockout darts Riley has,” Isaac explained as we sped along. I had a feeling he was breaking every American law on how fast the cars could go. “The letter is from Desmond. I begged him to write orders that Zane was going to Greece to help Caleb with something. Hopefully that way no one will know he’s missing and his standing as a warrior won’t ever be questioned.”
    “Why would that be a concern?” Brian asked,