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Harper shakes her head, ignoring Cian’s random outburst. “Can I?”
Cian hands her the key fob. “It’s all yours, Sweetheart. How about we go for a spin?”
Harper opens the driver’s side door and slips inside. I haven’t moved so fast in a long time, jumping into the back seat because Cian is already in the front, chirping, “You snooze, you lose.” Darragh even climbs into the back, while Ronan stands next to the open driver’s side window to talk to Harper.
“I have to see the contractors about the bar. Why don’t you take the guys for a drive, and we will go for a ride together soon?”
Ronan leans through the window and presses a kiss to Harper’s mouth, then walks away.
“Okay, boys, where are we off to? I’m guessing we can’t go to the D’Arco residence.”
I lean forward so my arm rests on the back of the driver’s seat. “Unfortunately, bullets would probably be exchanged instead of words.”
“Oh, I know. Why don’t we go to your old stomping ground and just drive around? You can show everyone how far you have risen in wealth,” Darragh suggests.
“You’re always welcome to make me rise, Sweetheart,” Cian jokes.
“Fuck off,” I say. “You already take up her time with her having to bathe you.”
“Children, stop fighting. There is enough of me to go around.”
I snort and lean back in my seat as she rolls out of the driveway. The security gate rolls open as we drive up, and I notice Callum in an SUV pulling out behind us. Ronan hasn’t assigned us extra security—not that we would accept it. I’m more than capable of protecting myself, and besides, I’m not the head of the family. Fuck, I’m not even blood related, so I could never be. Cian would be next if Ronan were taken out, but the family would be fucked if he took over.
“Oh, while we are over on this side of town, could we stop somewhere really quick?” Cian asks. Harper flicks him a glance and nods. He gives Harper directions, and we pull up out the front of an unmarked warehouse.
“Darragh, wanna come help me with something?”
Darragh raises a brow but nods, not questioning what the fuck he is doing here in front of Harper.
“I’ll stay in the car with Harper. A car like this will bring out the wannabe gangsters.”
Darragh and Cian get out of the car, Cian taking his crutches with him. I slip from the back seat and steal Cian’s spot, locking the door. Harper laughs as she turns to face me.
“You know he’s going to throw a mantrum.” I nod, but don’t give a fuck. “As long as you’re aware. So where are we?”
I wonder how much I should tell her. “Love, maybe it’s better if you don’t know.”
She inhales and sucks her lips into her mouth before quickly speaking. “Nah, fuck that. We know I’m all in. I saw men hanging from fucking hooks in a butcher shop, so why hide shit now? I’d be as good as dead if I was able to run, and we know that won’t happen because you’re all fucking insane. So now I’m curious.”
I laugh, as she has a point. “Fine, you really want to know? Maybe it’s time you see it for yourself.”
Unlocking my door, I push it open, and Harper follows my lead. Poor Callum jumps out of his SUV, but I hold my hand up. “Stay the fuck outside and babysit the cars. If we need you—well, you’ll know.”
Harper walks by my side, and when we get to the door, I reach for her hand. I don’t even knock before it’s pulled open by Bear, who instantly fucks up by raking his grubby eyes over Harper’s body.
As I open my mouth to say something, Harper lashes out with a vicious strike to his neck, and he chokes on his own spit before he steps forward. I pull Harper behind me, though I don’t even have to remove my gun before Cian is stepping behind the man. His crutch is replaced by the sharp blade in his hand, and he ruthlessly slices the man’s throat. Harper squeaks behind me as the now useless lump of lard hits the floor.
“Someone wrap up the stupid fuck, clean-up will come and deal with him,” Darragh yells from across the room. Well, I found Cian’s crutch—almost rammed up some guy’s ass.
Harper is quiet beside me, and I turn to make sure she isn’t in shock. She doesn’t seem to be. Instead, her eyes scan the stacks of money scattered around the warehouse. It’s our temporary stash house since our last one went up in flames. This area is bigger, and no one would think we would be stupid enough to store our cash in Huntersville.
“I asked you a question,” Darragh snaps.
The poor guy is bent over, ass out, with Cian’s crutch pushed against it. My own ass sucks in at the thought.
“I . . . I don’t know,” the man stutters.
“You don’t know who is skimming our money, or you don’t want to tell me?” Darragh tries again. If I had known Cian would make this stop, we could have come later after taking Harper home.
