I rolled my eyes at his statement and heard the way his fingers were flying over his keyboard. “Why answer the fucking phone if you couldn’t talk?”
He grunted, and his fingers seemed to speed up all the more. Then, he gave one last tap and I could hear his damn grin as he stated, “Done.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
I snickered. “They’re going to be confused as fuck, aren’t they?”
“Sure are. Dumbfucks.” I heard him rub his hands together. “Now those assets are frozen, they’re going to have serious issues getting any product out of the country.”
“For how long?” I inquired.
“I’d say an extra two months.”
Rubbing my forehead, I murmured, “Is the boy dead now?”
“Yeah. Da finished him off.”
After nine weeks of torture, that was probably a blessing. See, my brothers hadn’t killed the gunmen who’d gone flying from the truck. No, they’d just hustled them to one of our warehouses in the chaos.
Death was a blessing. Especially considering Aidan Sr.’s rage. Aidan Jr. was going to have to walk with a cane for the rest of his goddamn life because of those cunts, and then, what with Aoife and the rest of the shit the Colombian bastards had pulled? They’d been the whipping boys for each and every temper tantrum Aidan had experienced these past couple of months.
“Well, we got as much information out of them as possible.”
It was amazing how much foot soldiers picked up on and were willing to share when a crazy motherfucker was their tormentor.
We’d managed to rat out at least five of their most recent hauls to the DEA, meaning their stock was perilously low, and now, after having learned the dumb bastards had most of their capital in a cryptocurrency they’d developed themselves, Conor had spent the past week hacking into it.
Aidan was going to go back to calling him boy genius again.
“We’re crawling out of this intact,” he stated down the line, his own satisfaction evident.
“Yeah.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Not long now until this shit is over, and those dogs are going to wish they’d never pissed in our path.”
I took comfort from that and together, we did what we did best, made money and laundered a fuck ton more.
***
Aoife
Six days later
The bed jostledand I stiffened as discomfort washed through me because I’d stupidly settled on my back. Then, I smelled him, and I released a deep sigh.
The tension that had prevented me from sleeping deeply dissipated as I turned on my side and pressed myself against him.
I was stiff and sore, but for the sixth night in a row, after a few weeks of sporadic appearances, Finn had returned to our room at the compound. Phone sex had worked for me, but either Mary-Ellen hadn’t tried it out on Stephen, or he’d not been interested as he hadn’t visited her.
Bastard.
We were silent as we arranged ourselves amid the sheets. He slipped one knee between mine while curling his foot beneath my ankle, and I threaded one of my hands around his arm.
The air that soughed from my lungs earlier matched his as he settled down. A peculiar kind of relief warmed me. Knowing where he was, knowing he was safe, it was enough.
“You okay?” I whispered.
I’d barely seen him since he’d brought me here, and to be honest, I was getting a bit cabin feverish. This need to be with him wasn’t dissipating. I hadn’t needed him this much before, but I hadn’t been shot outside a church before, had I?