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Grayson was wiping away the blood, concentrating so hard that creases formed between his brows. He wet the face cloth again, wringing out the blood. Pink water gurgled down the drain, and he returned to his ministrations.
Once he was satisfied I was clean, he shut off the water and helped me stand. With slow, soft movements, he wiped the water from my face, dried my feet, then scooped me into his arms. His muscles flexed beneath the fabric of his shirt and under the backs of my knees as he walked me to the bed. I noticed for the first time the thick dark blue comforter and matching drapes that could be closed around the four posts. Setting me on my feet, he took off my dress, garter, and thigh-highs—leaving me in nothing but my panties, which had somehow not gotten wet in the shower. His dark gaze roved over my semi-nakedness for a moment, his jaw tight. With a shake of his head, he threw back the blankets.
“Get in, Sloane.”
I slid under the sheets, and he took a minute to settle the blankets into place once more. Conflict lay in every line on his face, in every tight muscle.
Eventually, he rasped, “Get some rest, lass,” and left.
SEVENTEEN
GRAYSON
Orin had worked quickly,tracking down a guy who had been seen fleeing the scene of the restaurant bombing and bringing him back to the warehouse for questioning. Now, he sat on a steel chair in the middle of a vast, open space while the clan members stood around him.
Blood had begun to pool beneath the chair, dripping from wounds I couldn’t distinguish given how well he’d been worked over.
“Who is he?” Finnan asked, his arms folded over his chest while he watched our captive barely breathe.
“He passed out before I could ask him,” Orin replied, his tone serial-killer bleak.
“And it’s not like we can ask him now,” Shay added, staring at the mass of blood and bruises. “You cut out his tongue.”
Orin shrugged like it was no big deal. Removing the tongue of our enemies was his MO. “He still has functioning fingers.”
“At least he did until Quillen got to him,” Caolan added helpfully.
I glanced down at the man’s bloody hands and noticed that at least two fingers were angled badly, and one was missing. “He’s still got his left hand,” I pointed out.
“I hate sloppy penmanship,” Keir commented absently, cocking his head to one side.
“What did you get out of him before he passed out?” Finnan demanded, uncrossing his arms and stepping closer.
“He didn’t say much before ‘fuck you’ and ‘you’ll have to kill me first,’” Orin replied. “As you can see, I didn’t appreciate those answers very much.”
Shay and Quillen chuckled darkly.
“He never said who had ordered the hit,” Orin tacked on, frowning at the unconscious man. He turned to Finnan. “Want me to dispose of him?”
The boss nodded. “Make it messy. I want his body found, and whoever sent him to know that we’re coming for them as soon as we learn who they are.”
The Reaper leaned down to put his shoulder against the would-be car bomber—or assistant car bomber—and hauled him out of the seat and over his powerful shoulder. Knowing Orin, it wouldn’t be a bullet to the brain. He would choose a more drawn-out process—especially if his quarry was still alive.
Finnan clapped me on the back but spoke to everyone remaining. “Now, who wants to go and get their dicks sucked to celebrate surviving this fucking attempt.”
* * *
Thirty minutes later,we filed into Velvet, and I could feel each man’s need for sexual release press against my skin. As soon as we stepped through the door, the regular girls flocked to their favorite clan member, half of them being guided to the private rooms while the other half—including Finnan—went to the bar to enjoy a drink first.
I hung back for a moment to speak to Little John.
“How’d you go with that issue the other day?”
“The pigs are eating well,” was all he said in reply, and that was enough.
Nobody was finding the body of Kitty’s ex anytime soon.
“Hey, daddy,” Rhapsody said. “Come out back and I’ll take care of you.” She tugged at my hand, but I yanked it out of her grasp. Undeterred, she crooked her finger at me. “Come on, Grayson. I can take care of that hard cock of yours.”
