AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Snug as little bugs.”
“Excellent. Bring my truck around to Rose’s place and pick us up.”
“On my way.”
After hanging up, I call Jimmy next.
“What?” he snaps on the fourth ring.
“Jimmy, man, it’s me.”
“Oi, kid. What the fuck? Did you know they were out for blood?”
I sigh. “I would never have led them to the pub if I did—you know that.”
There’s a long pause where Jimmy muffles the conversation on the other end before coming back to the call. “Look, kid. I gotta book it. I’ve got cops crawling up my arse and Ginny’s already primed to shoot.”
“Okay, I just wanted to apologize and, of course, assure you that I’ll pick up the tab for the repairs.”
“You bet your arse you will and I’m adding extra for the pain and suffering of the staff and clientele. We sent three to St. James, kid, and another dozen likely shoulda joined them.”
That people got hurt boils my blood.
Mattie McGuire will pay for this. Blood for blood.
“Fair enough. Whatever it takes to set us square. Oh, and one other thing.”
Jimmy curses on the other end of the line. “You’re in no position to ask me for favors at the moment, kid.”
“You’re right, but it’s not for me. Do you remember the brunette I took into my office?”
“Fuck’s sake. I seriously don’t have time?—”
“It’s important, Jimmy.” I raise my voice and he stops grousing. “The woman brought her mam’s urn to have a send-off drink. In the chaos, she left it in my office. Can you ask Ginny to have a look for me? It’s her fuckin’ mam.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line before Jimmy lets off a long string of curses. “Aye, of course. We’ll have a look.”
The line goes dead before I can thank him, and I squeeze the phone until my hand aches and the resin case of the phone begins to crack.
Fuck. It’s the only connection I have to my army, so I fight every instinct I have to throw the thing across the fucking room.
The stairs creak and I turn the torch on the phone and flash some light to where Laine is coming down. “Better?”
She sets a pile of wet clothes on the shoe mat by the door and stares at me. “The shower helped, but I’m running out of steam. Any chance I can convince you to let me go back to the inn? I’d like to go to bed and pretend none of this ever happened.”
I shake my head. “Sorry. Not tonight, at least.”
She sighs. “Do you really think they’d come after me, knowing we just met a couple of hours ago?”
No. I can’t say they would.
In the heat of the moment, that was my fear, but as the adrenaline dies down, I realize how remote that chance truly is. I’m not ready for her to go back, but it’s not because of the McGuires.
It’s because I’m not done with her.
I’ve got the taste of her still on my tongue and her sweet smell in my nose.
I’ve got an iron-hard cock in my pants and no interest in going home and stroking off.
