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“I called in clean-up, and they will take these two straight to the funeral home.”
“Good, let’s go see the girl and then we need to meet with the other families. We need to ensure the docks are clean, then everyone can figure out what they plan to do while we lie low.”
My phone buzzes and I read a message from Venom stating the meeting time. We have an hour.
All four of us strip down naked and leave our clothes on the tarp. Nora chooses that moment to walk back in, wrapped in a towel.
“For fuck’s sake, why me? Why do I have to see all your cocks? I mean, I’m not opposed to seeing Van’s and Darragh’s—we’re not technically blood—but you two cup your cocks or something.”
Cian snorts. “Why? You’re just jealous no man will live up to your expectations after seeing what your family is packing.”
She scoffs. “Do you think your little pocket pussy will lend me some of her clothes? I didn’t bring backup.”
“Stop being a bitch. Her name is Harper,” I snap.
“No thanks,” she quips, leading the way upstairs as I follow. “Did you want me to slit the hooker’s throat? I can take her home and make it look like an accident.”
Van laughs, and yells as the rest of them walk to the laundry, “Yeah, because people accidentally slit their throats all the time.”
“We have it covered. Just get dressed and go do whatever you normally do during the day.”
“Well, normally I lead my stalker on a wild goose chase. Then I go home and listen to murder podcasts, to remind myself what I should never do because those idiots always get caught, though they give me some good ideas.”
“Back up a second,” I say as we reach Harper’s room. I press my thumb to the scanner and the door clicks open. “Your stalker?”
Nora crosses the room. “What about him? It’s a fun game of cat and mouse we play. It’s harmless fun.”
She steps into the closet and throws the towel outside. “You can use that, as I really don’t want to see your cock anymore.”
I pick up the towel and wrap it around my waist. “How is having a stalker harmless? What if he sees something he shouldn’t?”
Nora pops her head out of the closet. “Then I kill him, duh. Don’t worry about me, cousin, I have it under control.”
I wait while she gets dressed, not trusting her enough to leave her unattended in Harper’s room. She comes out dressed in a see-through fucking corset and a tight pair of leather pants.
“Your toy has good taste. Fuck, I look hot.”
I shake my head. “Just go, pretend this didn’t happen, and have fun playing with your stalker. If shit gets out of hand, can you at least promise to tell me?”
Nora nods. “Sure thing.”
She struts out of the room, and I follow behind her, pulling the door closed. I head to my own room, glad I avoided touching anything downstairs, as it means I can shower in my en suite quickly rather than using the laundry. Once I’m dressed, I head over to the guest room, where the hooker is now awake and trembling.
“I won’t hurt you. We found you at my uncle’s house and I just want to talk. Then I will take you wherever you need to go.” I sit on the edge of the bed, and she nods. “Will you tell me what happened?”
She nods again. “I see Liam once a week. He got a phone call while I was there, and it sounded like he was having an argument with someone. Liam told me to wait, and he would be back.” She hiccups, tears running down her face, smearing her mascara. “He locked me inside and the doors wouldn’t open—not until that woman came. She attacked me and forced something down my throat, and that’s all I remember until I woke up here.”
I nod, accepting her explanation. “I need to know how much it will cost me to keep your mouth shut. That all you know is Liam left the house, and so did you.”
My phone vibrates, and I check it, seeing Harper’s face on the screen. I answer her call. “Hey, Angel. Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. I was checking in to make sure you’re all okay. Your cousin scares me.”
I laugh because Nora is something else, that’s for sure. She gets it from her father. “She is gone, though I owe you a pair of leather pants.”
I don’t mention the corset, because if any man looked at her wearing it, they would die. “Okay, though I’m sure the other fifty pairs you bought me will suffice.”
“Help!” the damn hooker screams.
