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I hurry to pull up my pants while jerking my head toward my room. “Hide under the bed,” I whisper.
Her face is ghostly white, but she nods repeatedly before darting that direction. She clicks the door shut behind her when she gets into my room. Something tells me I won’t need to worry about her spying on my conversation this time.
I wipe sweat off my neck and face as I go to the door and look through the peephole, but of course, it’s covered. Which means it isn’t another neighbor here to bitch about noise.
“Yeah?” I ask, pressing myself against the wall and peering at my desk where my gun is.
“If I wanted you to know it was me, I wouldn’t have covered the peephole, lad.”
I look up at the ceiling and sigh.
Finn.
“What do you want?”
“Alik, baby, come on. Stop playing hard to get and open the door.”
I look at my bedroom and tap my foot.
I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s here. It’sgoodthat he’s here. If it’s him, it means he hasn’t told Cormac about any suspicions he may have. Which might mean he isn’t suspicious.
Pushing off the wall, I retrieve my gun from the desk and go back to the door, tucking the gun away before opening up like I have nothing to hide.
He might not know.
Finn stands with his shoulder leaned against the frame, flames flickering in his dark eyes. A lopsided grin is crooking his lips.
“Hello, friend.”
“What are you doing here, Finn?” I ask, keeping my voice even. I try to come off as annoyed instead of startled or worried, and if he sees through me, I can’t tell. I don’t know what he’s thinking.
His eyes trail down until they land on my pants, then his brows raise. “You having yourself some fun in here?”
I glance down at my open zipper then pull it up with a roll of my eyes like it means nothing, but I can feel the flush in my face from my orgasm. My hair is disheveled from running my hands through it, and it’s damp with sweat. If he hadn’t put me on high alert with his interruption, I’d still be dizzy.
He shoves by me into my apartment, and I swallow before shutting the door.
“So tonight was fuckingwild.” He saunters into my kitchen and opens the fridge. Surveying the contents, he speaks over his shoulder. “Can you believe one of those Italian cunts is in bed with the DEA princess?”
“Yes. I don’t know why that would be difficult to believe.”
Finn pulls out a beer and bumps the door shut with his hip.
I gesture to the beer. “Please, help yourself.”
He covers the cap with his shirt and twists it off. “I guess I’m just confused about how you can think you know everything if, the night you called me, you weren’t aware that your own organization was going after the broad.”
“There was a miscommunication within the Bratva. It’s been straightened out.”
“Ah.” He nods and takes a pull of his beer. When he brings it away, he lets out a satisfied sigh and peers at the bottle. “A miscommunication.”
“Yes.”
His skeptical eyes find me. “Do you want to know what I thought when you asked me to inform you if I was given orders to kill Miss Olive?”
I shrug. “What?”
“I thought you must have some sort of personal investment in her.”
