Page 72 of Sinful King
It was time to move this along.
“That’s up to Violet,” he said, looking around for her. “On all fronts. She agreed to be my second, took the oath, but she’s not the family’s to use as y’all see fit.”
I let my lips pull into a smile and he frowned.
“The fuck is so funny?”
“You,” I said with a shrug, catching a flourish of black approaching from his right. “No need to explain your wife to me. I understand her.”
Violet was loyal but she wasn’t a pushover.
“And here I thought you didn’t like me,” she said, slipping an arm around Finn’s waist.
He looked at her and asked, “Why’d you think that?”
Mm.
She hadn’t told him about our conversation in his hospital room after he was shot.
“Because she sensed my dislike for how distracted you were,” I said, eyes on Violet. “Always liked you though.”
Her smile was slow to spread but when it did, I felt myself smiling a little too. She was good for Finn.
“Might like you even better if you do me a favor.”
She tipped her head and said, “Depends on what it is and why.”
I nodded.
“Follow Landell for me, learn his movements and about the people he interacts with. It’s your specialty, right?”
Finnegan went to speak but I cut him off.
“Don’t worry, I’m not asking her to pull the trigger,” I added, understanding his desire to keep the family in tact with trust but also to protect his wife.
Violet hummed, cut her eyes at Finn and then nodded.
“Okay, yeah, I can do that for you. But, I have one request.”
I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it but nodded anyway.
“Blair mentioned being interested in shadowing me,” she said, smiling when Finn laughed. “I’ll do this job for you if I can take her.”
No was on the tip of my tongue until their gazes shifted and Finn whistled.
“He came,” he said, a smile spreading across his face only one person could conjure from him.
I turned and as expected my grandda was here, dressed like I remember from childhood—Irish leather-pointed toed dress shoes, fitted black slacks, and a black cashmere sweater with the sleeves rolled up. Even though I’d seen him after he started then refused to finish my back tattoo, it’d been at least a year since I last laid eyes on him. He still looked as healthy as an ox.
Tadhg stood beside him, hands in his pockets and a satisfied smirk on his face at presenting the person no one expected to be here.
Except me, of course…and Blair.
My grandda’s eyes drifted around the semi-silent room until they met mine. His slightly whitened brows lifted before he turned and left.
“Finn with me for a minute,” I said, eyes drifting to Violet. “You can borrow my wife but bring her back to me.”
Blair wanted to do it, so I had to let her.
