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Sighing, I moved aside, raised a brow at Arlo, and gestured to the knob. “Care to do the honors?”
A smirk settled on his mouth, and he lifted his feet and kicked open the lock side. It jittered and came loose under the impact. He held the door open, and I strolled inside with my hands tucked into my pockets.
Arlo shut the door behind us.
On the bed, two pairs of eyes stared back at us. One was hazel and excited to see us, and the other was blue. Both rapidly went through a series of emotions at once: shock, anxiety, and, finally, irritation.
My eyes moved from the naked woman, with the bright auburn hair and full, bouncy tits, to the half-naked man with his hands cuffed to the bedpost. Stretching her long legs, she climbed off him, fixed her pink blazer around her body, and grabbed her purse and heels from the corner. She kissed his lips and backed away from the bed.
Eyes sparkling, she fluffed her hair, cat-walked to me, and touched my shoulder. “Hi, Sugar,” she purred, smelling more like scented candles and cheap perfume than cologne. “I brought him here, just like you wanted.”
I stroked her hair. “Good girl. Arlo?” The sound of leather unclicking cut through the quiet, and Arlo handed her wads of mint dollar bills.
“Five thousand, like we agreed.”
Even with her heels, she tiptoed and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Pleasure doing business with ya.”
My lips crooked to the side, and she sashayed away.
“Such a shame. I really liked her, you know,” Ronan mumbled. He looked from me to his wrist and tried to tug his hands free.
I inched closer to the bed and sat on the edge. “Didn’t know an Irish pest like you would be into that BDSM shit. You look like a bloody twat who could only nail missionary.”
He smirked. “Aye. And the Russian mutt likes a good orgy, I see. Surprise, surprise. Didn’t know you found me attractive, Egor. You could have given me a heads up, though.” He motioned to his green Calvin Kleinbriefs, clinging skintight to his thighs, with a nod. “I would have dressed down for the occasion.”
Snorting, I crossed my arms over my knee. “Of course, I find you as attractive as the mold on rotten food. You make my heart beat fast, Ronan.” I placed a hand over my heart for emphasis. “For you, I think of more ways to kill a man.”
He shot me a smile and wriggled his wrist more roughly. The steel clinked, but the cuffs didn’t budge. “Super glad you dream of me at night, mate.” Then, he glanced over his shoulder to Arlo. “Who’s the bodyguard?”
“You mean the lawyer?”
“The lawyer?” Ronan’s eyes flashed with mirth. “Interesting. You sure know how to get your hands dirty, mingling the law and justice with your dark shit.”
“Yeah. Known him for almost a decade now. He’s great at what he does. We can get him to execute your will when you’re gone. Guess what…today’s his birthday. He turned thirty-nine a few hours ago. Want to know what I got him for a gift?”
Ronan cursed under his breath and flashed another faltering smile while his blue eyes burned with unfiltered hate. “I couldn’t imagine.”
I tapped my knees and clicked my tongue. “A gun.” The weary smile on my lips faded. “To put a hole in your head.”
Arlo pulled out a gun and aimed at Ronan’s temple.
His skin turned paler, and his eyes widened an inch at the sight. But the fear didn’t linger. Rather, he looked like a rat rationally analyzing escape options.
His tenacity ticked me off.
I wanted him groveling, sniveling like the dog he was, and begging for mercy, especially after the asshole had grown overconfident enough to torch one of my weaponry factories. The loss cost me enough to decide how far I was willing to go to kill the bastard in person.
Those who dared face off against me and my people left me with countless vicious options to choose from, and none of those included mercy.
The little Irishman had his fate signed and sealed the minute he set out with his plan to destroy me. How could anyone think it possible to destroy a destroyer?
Only an idiot. And Ronan Gallagher was undoubtedly one.
Death stood, knocking on his doorstep, and I wouldn’t delay its entry further.
He was glaring at Arlo now, his eyes flickering between the gun and the lawyer’s indifferent expression. “So, what? You’re going to shoot me?”
I stared at Arlo, and we shared a brief look, wondering if there was any other use for the piece of steel. I licked my lower lip and scratched my hair with my pinkie.
