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I blew out a breath. “Okay.”
His brows rose. “Okay? You’ll keep my secret, and I’ll keep yours?”
“Yes.”
He studied my face for a while longer before nodding. “Your word is your bond, Sloane, and I’ll be holding you to it.”
“Same for you, Torin.” I folded my arms to stave off the chill that was creeping into the car.
“I need to take a piss. Wait here, okay?”
“Sure.”
He got out of the car, locking the door behind him. I waited until he was out of sight before climbing into the front passenger seat. Opening the glove compartment, I rooted around in there looking for something—anything—that I could use as a weapon. When all I could find were receipts and a log book, I tried the center console.
“Bingo,” I murmured after I lifted a packet of baby wipes and found a Glock sitting there. It was loaded, too. I was about to close the lid on the console when a small, black leather-bound book that had been under the gun caught my eye. It was probably half the size of a piece of letter paper, the initials MK embossed in gold on the front.
Risking a glance out the window, I couldn’t see Torin yet, so I pulled out the book and took a look.
Holy shit.
I leafed through a few more pages, reading the lines of numbers and descriptions.
This was the money book for the Bèar clan. It was a ledger of every single transaction that came through the clan, including some that were highlighted, and the wordsMac Tíre consignmentwere underlined.
Another look out the window and I saw Torin emerge from the shop. Scrambling into the back, I sat on the book and tucked the gun into the space between my spine and the seat at the small of my back. With a start, I realized the console hatch was still open, so I lifted up my foot and kicked it shut.
Pulling open the driver’s side door, he stuck his head in and said, “I got you a hoodie, lass, and a bag of those prawn cocktail Taytos you like.”
He handed back the hoodie first, waiting for me to put it on, then handed me the snack.
“Thanks,” I said, breaking open the bag and shoveling some chips into my mouth. I was starving.
His eyes shifted to my head wound. “It looks like the bleeding has stopped. That’s good. Maybe no need for stitches after all.”
“Fingers crossed,” I said.
Torin settled into the seat and turned the engine over. Slipping the gun and book into the front pocket of the hoodie, I waited for Torin to peel out of the gas station and get us back onto the road before I released the breath I’d been holding.
TWENTY-FIVE
GRAYSON
Finnan satat one of the banquet tables in the back, kicking his legs out in front of him. When the girls had seen him arrive, they’d all but flocked to him, fighting each other to be the one who gave him a lap dance first. I hated the thought that Sloane was going to have to put up with this shite. Finnan had no intention of remaining faithful to his wife.
Up on the W-shaped stage, three girls were working their respective poles stationed on each of the arms, grinding their way to bigger tips. The men surrounding them all watched with greed and lust gleaming in their eyes. It was true there was a time when I’d enjoyed being here, but ever since finding Sloane, the whole idea of getting blow jobs on tap didn’t seem all that appealing. I really only wanted one woman’s lips wrapped around my dick, and they belonged to Sloane.
Finnan raised his hand to get my attention.
I walked to him. “Sir?”
“I want Rhapsody over here. She can put her lips to good use.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek, and I searched for the woman who—knowingly or unknowingly—was aware of my transgression. I found her talking to another patron. Her arms were around his neck, pushing her breasts into his chest as she said something in his ear. The man laughed, then sat a little straighter as I approached.
“Rhapsody, your services are needed,” I told her.
She narrowed her blue eyes at me, clearly remembering our last discussion. “No.”
