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He steps forward and reaches for the bag of cash in my hand. As he grabs it, I swing the knife from behind my back, quickly slashing it across his throat. His blood sprays across my arm and quickly saturates the front of my suit.
I really fucking liked this one too…
Shoving him to the side, I rush the other guy before he fully realizes what is happening. Lunging at him knife first, I plunge it into his gut, causing him to gurgle a pained scream—loud enough to draw attention—before I have a chance to withdraw it and shove it into his lung. I drive it deep and twist the handle, gaping open the wound and flooding his lung with blood. He falls to the ground at my feet, gasping for air but only sucking in more of the sticky crimson fluid quickly seeping from his body.
He’ll bleed out or drown in his own fluids by the time I return with my car.
Either way, he’ll be dead.
Flipping up the lapels of my suit jacket to hide my now deep scarlet splattered shirt beneath it, I hastily make my way to my car and back into the alley. After a fleeting look around, I pop the trunk and shove both men inside before slamming the lid shut.
I climb into the driver’s seat and quickly send a text to my brothers.
The Bratva and the welch are going to be a problem.
CONOR
You good?
In need of a shower and probably a car detail.
LIAM
Need help?
Are you offering to scrub my balls, baby brother?
While I can’t fucking stand emojis, I still laugh when Liam sends me a middle finger.
I’m on my way to the club.
By the time I cross town and reach the club, they are all waiting at the curb.
“Fuck, Tristan!” Declan exclaims when I step from the car.
Realizing he’s staring at my blood-stained clothes, I shake my head. “It’s not my blood. It belongs to the fucking assholes in my trunk.”
“Are we dumping them in the Hudson later?” Liam asks.
“No, I plan on returning them to the welch’s place tonight. Right before we burn that shitty fucking bar to the ground to make a point.”
From now on, none of us goes anywhere alone,” Declan declares. “And I want someone we trust watching Fiona when I’m not around to do it myself.”
“I’ll get a few of our best guys over there in the next twenty minutes.” Conor nods. “You’re the only one of us with anyone to worry about.”
For now.
This couldn’t be a worse fucking time to invite someone into my life, but it’s not going to stop me. I want more of Layla Stevens, regardless of the danger it may put her in.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TRISTAN
Scalding hot water sprays over my skin, and crimson-stained suds swirl the drain as I wash away the remnants of the two Bratva men from the alley.
“Fucking hell, Finn,” I exhale droplets of water as I rinse the shampoo from my hair.
“I didn’t think—” he quickly responds from the other side of the frosted glass shower door.
