“Mercy sounds too good for her. You sure you don’t want her gone?”
No, I’m not fucking sure. But I think it would upset the kids more, and I told Tig I would take care of the bastard stepfather, not the mother.
“Not yet. She can have one more chance.”
“All right. But I’ll be keeping tabs on her my fucking self.”
Now that’s what I want to hear. I rattle off her name and address. Petrov pauses before ending the call.
“Why are the Irish getting involved in this? This is a Roxbury matter.”
“The kids mean something to my wife.”
There is a low chuckle. “Ah. You Irish. The way you cherish your women is strange.”
Fucking cold cunt.
“Maybe one day you will marry and understand.”
“Oh, make no mistake, Fitzpatrick. One day, I will marry. My life won’t change one bit.”
Yeah. That’s what I thought too. Now I’m standing outside a seedy Roxbury hotel, and my balls are bluer than a fucking autumn sky.
“I look forward to hearing about the day you fall, Petrov.”
“Never fucking happening, Fitzpatrick,” he laughs. “I’ll talk to your woman. No one will be touching those kids again.”
The phone goes dead, and I shove it into Ronan’s chest. His fingers close around it, his eyes still glued to the motel.
“You sure Connor’s lads couldn’t find a room number?” I growl. Ronan shakes his head, pocketing his phone.
“No, Fitzy. Maybe ye should have asked Petrov. The Russians are the best hackers in the city.”
Maybe I should have, but I don’t like to burn favors. We can wait this bastard out.
Chapter Sixteen
TIGGY
“I didn’t get you into trouble, did I?”
I glance up at the softly spoken, worried tone. Fiona is chewing her lower lip, shifting from foot to foot, twisting her fingers together. I smile at her, shaking my head.
“Not at all. You did the right thing to let me know that he was here. He and his little sister were in a bad situation, so thanks.”
Fiona nods. “I thought so. He had that Roxbury look about him.”
She nods vaguely at me, sauntering off as I stare after her. She’s an enigma.
I’m not sure why she got a job stripping here because she plays her cards very close to her chest and doesn’t talk to many other girls.
Fiona is friends will Mellie and friendly enough with me to tease me about theattentionSeamus paid to me in the dressing room the night he killed Ant. Both Fiona and Mellie tease me about that.
As Mellie pointed out, Seamus is well known not to kiss his womenanywhere. But he kisses me everywhere. And right now, that’s all he’s fucking doing, and it’s still killing me.
I know that this is something he seems to think that he needs to do, but I don’t see whyIshould be punished. I bite back a snort.
Right.I’mbeing punished. My sexy as sin husband has eaten me out and cuddled me to sleep every night for almost two weeks. Sounds completely terrible, right?