Page 53 of Sinful King
“He’s not a game, don’t try and play him. I say he’s good people and you’ll take my word for that, understood?”
She nodded and I accepted it, the eye roll too.
“Oisin,” I said, tossing my thumb at the five foot nothing woman beside me. “This is Esmeralda Constanzo.”
He was too busy staring into my soul to acknowledge the introduction right away, but eventually tore his eyes from mine to meet hers.
“Go ahead,” he urged. “Get it off your chest.”
And of course she took him up on it.
“Keep her safe,” she said simply. “And you’ll get to live your life in kind.”
Sean didn’t need a threat from Esi to do what he’d been doing all these years, but I could tell he appreciated someone else wanting the same for me.
And truthfully, so did I.
Esi and I weren’t as close as it seemed, we had a solid working business relationship, but I would kill for her, too.
“Liam, take Esi back to pack and be sure she makes it on her flight home.”
“I’ll wait until the plane is the air before pulling away,” he said, walking off without glancing her way.
She scoffed and followed behind him after wiggling her fingers to say bye.
“Mmm,” Sean hummed, reminding me he was here. “You talk to her like she’s your subordinate.”
I pretended I didn’t hear him.
“I thought you were busy. Why’d you pop up?”
He stepped closer.
“Lorcan, find something to do.”
Once we were alone, save for the dead body in the room, he curled his fingers around my neck and squeezed.
I heated from the inside out; my pussy began to throb simultaneously and I swear if he held on a little tighter I would cum for him.
“Esi likes the freedom of an enforcer and I like to plan and strategize. We make a good team. I wanted a way into their ranks, so we compromised.”
He pulled me to him and kissed my forehead.
“See how easy that was, baby?” he quipped, releasing me and walking away. “Let’s take a ride. I need you for something important.”
Needed me for something important, huh? I smiled and followed.
Finally.
“Good to see you, Blair,” Tadhg greeted, leaning against the passenger door as we approached their truck.
Or not, I thought.
“You too, Tadhg.”
“Liar,” he mumbled, opening his door and slipping inside. “I’m not the competition you think I am.”
It’s not that I didn’t like Tadhg.
