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Finnan stripped off his shirt. His skin was glistening with sweat as he drew a towel around his neck. “Aye, I do.”
“But how could anyone have known the shipment was even there?” Only the upper echelon of the clan was aware of the deal and the shipping schedule.
“Kavanaugh could just be fucking us over.”
“True,” I conceded, taking off my own shirt and rubbing away the sweat under my arms. “But would he risk his only daughter’s life just to fuck with us like that?”
I could tell Finnan didn’t want to acknowledge that. We both walked into the changing room and hit the showers.
Over the spray of water, I heard Finnan ask from his cubicle, “Anything else I need to know?”
I tilted my head back into the spray, letting the sweat sluice off me. “Mary told me that Kitty’s ex has been sniffing around.”
Finnan’s eyes turned black. “If he’s laid a fucking finger on her…”
If there was one thing the employees of Velvet knew, it was that the Mac Tíre clan would always have their backs.
“As far as I know, he’s just coming around on her off days. Asking questions. That sort of stuff. I told Little John to call me if he came in again.” I shut off the faucets and snagged the towel hanging over the door. After drying my face, I wrapped it around my waist and unlocked the door. Finnan was already getting changed, his bag sitting on the long bench.
“How do you like my fiancée?” he asked suddenly, making me jerk my head around to look at him.
My heart was in my mouth as I asked, “What?”
“Sloane Kavanaugh. What do you think of her?”
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.Did he suspect that I’d touched her? Clearing my throat, I gave myself a mental fucking pep talk to stay cool. Rummaging through my bag, I pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and stepped into them, rearranging my semi-hard dick that had perked up at the mention of Sloane. Taking a seat, I slid my legs into my jeans and formulated my answer.
She tasted of honey, just like I knew she would? No.
Her mouth is made for fucking? No.
The sounds she makes when she comes made my dick twitch? Fuck, no.
“She’s fucking demanding,” I settled on.
“She’s a princess. She’s used to Daddy handing everything to her on a silver platter. I’ll make sure that mentality is gone before too long.”
With jerking movements, I got out my shirt and slid it over my head, drawing the fabric down my torso. Knowing Finnan, he was going to have to break Sloane’s spirit to get her to become the meek, quiet wife he wanted. I wondered if he was aware of how difficult she was going to make that for him?
“Where do you want me to drop you?” I asked when I was sure my voice wouldn’t betray my murderous intent. When he didn’t answer, I glanced over at him to find him staring at me. It was like he’d seen straight through my lie.
“Velvet. I need to have a little stress relief before we meet with Doyle this afternoon.”
I turned back before he could see my expression. Tucking my dirty clothes back into my bag, I paused when my phone started to ring from the inside pocket.
“Little John?”
“Kitty’s ex is here.”
I glanced at Finnan. “Thanks. I’m on my way.”
* * *
Fifteen minutes later,Finnan and I walked into Velvet. Delux saw the boss and took him by the hand, leading him away to one of the private rooms.
Little John sidled up beside me, too quiet for a man his size. “The skinny lad sitting off to one side of the stage. Looks like a weasel.”
“That’s offensive to weasels, Little John,” I drawled back, cracking my knuckles. Stalking forward, I approached the guy’s table. He clearly had no sense of self-preservation because he didn’t even look up. A man at another table shifted uncomfortably in his seat before getting up and relocating across the other side of the room.
