″Are you sure it was him?”
″It was his tag. He signed his work, the fucking idiot.”
Yeah, that’s an understatement.
I sigh, squatting down so that we’re eye level. “It’s time to end it.”
He nods, eyes focused on the woman as I slit his throat. She screams, covering her mouth as Scotty holds onto her so that she can’t run. “Take her to Sean. He can take care of her since he caused this fucking mess.”
It’s time Sean learns to help clean up the messes he makes. “Call in the clean-up crew.”
″On it, boss,” Scotty says.
″Oh, and when those bruises on your face heal up you can go back to Haley’s detail.”
″Sure thing.”
I crack my neck and roll my shoulders. Holding out my hand, I revel in the steadiness that comes after my kill. “It only gets easier,” I murmur, leaving the warehouse.
The lights are off at Haley’s when I have Scotty drive by. Cillian said she and Andi turned in early after drinking and eating at the pub. I have him continue the drive to my penthouse, not wanting to bother her. I’m exhausted anyway, after a long day of torture and a meeting with Da.
When I get home, I put my bloodied suit in a plastic bag and into a trash bag in my master closet. Next time I head to Da’s, I’ll have it burned so I don’t leave any evidence behind.
My shower is quick, the steam loosening my tight muscles, and before I know it, my head hits the pillow. I’ll have to go to Sean’s in the morning to deal with our problem with the Russian prostitute.
After his first ten calls and another ten texts, I shut my phone off for the evening. I regret not having it on for Haley, but I know Cillian will make sure that someone gets a hold of me if she needs me. It was the only way to ignore my youngest brother. Though, at this point, I’m not surprised he hasn’t tried to hack into the stereo system built into my house.
Thoughts of Haley consume me. She was so beautiful spread out in the shower for me, determined to get over her shite experience with sex. Her brazen attitude and wanting me to come in her mouth makes me hard as I recall the memory.
The sound of her sweet cry as she climaxed herself and her perfect tits on full display for me as she groped them herself, squeezing. And the way her eyes grew heavy as she watched me stroke myself.
Remembering her washing her hair with her coconut shampoo, I start to stroke myself now in bed, despite the mess I’ll be making.
I should have done this in the shower. I grunt and sit up, pumping my cock as it grows harder, her warm hazel eyes looking up at me as rubbed her needy clit. God, I cannot fucking wait to finally sink inside her tight pussy.
She’d been so wet with only my kisses and it made me wonder how wet I could make her when she allowed me to touch her, to lick her sweet juices up as she comes on my tongue.
A growl escapes my lips as my balls tighten, and a few thrusts later I’m spilling onto my hands and thighs. It took the edge off of missing her, but it didn’t replace the crack in my heart she’d made.
I needed her. Wanted her in my bed now. Longed to have her hair wrapped around my hand as I coaxed her mouth to take my cock and swallow me down.
That would be less of a mess than this bullshit. I grunt again at the disappointment of needing to shower again.
Chapter twenty-three
“Youbastard!”Seanglaresat me with his icy blue eyes.
He flings the door all the way open, and storms into the long hallway that leads to his living room.
Smirking, I enter. “How’s it been? I hear you have some company.” I wish I could say fucking with Sean is fun, but it’s almost always too easy. He’s always upset about something one of the siblings is doing to him, and this isn’t any different.
″Please explain to me why you went soft and let the whore of our enemy live?” He growls, rounding the island of his kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
″Please explain to me why GaelicLord thought it necessary to steal bitcoin from the enemy?” I raise my eyebrows in accusation, a smile planted on my face. Though it’s created war, I’m not truly mad at him. He gets bored easily and does things he shouldn’t, then expects Da to clean up his messes. Now that Da’s giving me the reins, it’s my turn, I’ll teach him to clean up his own messes.
Sean’s eyes widen as he processes the information. “Shit.”
″Yeah. Shit.” I chuckle, dragging a hand over my face. “You mean you didn’t know you were stealing from the Russian mob?”