“Boss, she’s made contact.” Gibbons informed Lukas. He lifted dark brown eyes that widened in surprise because without him having to explain Lukas knew who he meant. He approached one of his cousins, cousins about going undercover into the depths of a rival family to help weed out the rat in his own group because too many times rival families have been at drops, have shown up at secret locations, and the only way to explain how that was possible, they had a rat. “What’s the word?” “It’s in code boss, I don’t know what this means.” Gibbons handed over the phone that only she had the number to and when Lukas read the text he swore. “Boss?” “She’s been made. Fuck.. FUCK!” He knew the chances of him seeing Rochelle alive again were slim. Lukas drummed his fingers on the desk as he thought about what this meant. Only a handful of people knew her true identity, which meant the rat is someone high in the family ranks. “Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone Gibbons, and gather everyone to the lake house, tell them no excuses, if you aren’t there you’re being watched.” “Some of the older folks won’t like that.” Gibbons warned. “Oh I’m counting on them hating the summons and the warning.” His mind was whirring, he needed to be cunning if he was going to weed out the rat in their midst.

Three months later… Lukas wiped the blood from his knuckles with a white cloth, his knuckles were busted open from the force in which he hit the male currently tied up and unconscious in front of him. They were in the basement of one of the Irish pubs the O’Rourke’s owned. The sounds from above blocked out the interrogation he currently had underway. He pulled up the end of his white tshirt, showing muscles honed from working out in order to keep himself in fighting shape, and he used it to wipe the sweat and splashes of blood from his face. “Do you want the smelling salts again boss?” Gibbons asked. “Nah, I don’t want him braindead. Call me when he wakes up.” Lukas peeled off the tshirt, it had clung to the sweat on his back and he swapped it for another white one, once he put on his leather jacket he double checked himself in the mirror on the way up to the bar. The regular patrons knew who Lukas was but those passing through the bar had no clue that the head of the Irish mafia was in their midst. He leaned against the bar and nodded at Mickey, the male immediately stopped what he was doing to pour Lukas a pint of his favourite beer. He nodded in thanks and took a long drink before resting both elbows on the bar to scan the crowd. Traditional live music was about to begin and Lukas hoped the Italian fucker in the basement didn’t wake for a while so he could enjoy himself. He’d been working non stop the past three months trying to get information on Rochelle and the rat in the family. Lukas eyes travelled shamelessly up and down a female who was walking in the direction of a high table and stools close to the made up stage for the musicians, she was with a friend but Lukas only had eyes for her and when he got a view of her walking away his eyebrows shot up into his dark brown hair. Mother Mary of Joseph, I could bounce a coin off that ass. He took another drink of his beer then walked right in their direction. "Ladies.." He rested an elbow on the table and gave his most charming smile which his mother said was given to him from the devil himself. "Can I get you a drink before the music starts, you'll have trouble getting Mickey's attention once they get goin'."