P.S… nice shiner. :)
“Huh?” I whispered under my breath, stalking to the bathroom when the phone started firing off again. I flipped the light on and leaned into the mirror. “Well, fuck.” She got me better than I thought. There’s a nice shade of purple starting at the bridge of my nose and inching underneath my right eye. I grinned, poking at it. What a magnificent little minx. My cock threatened to wake itself, but thatphone. I stomped back into the bedroom, finally spotting it on her dresser and I answered without even looking.
“YES?!”
“Whoa. Bottom of the mornin’ then, mate?”
“Dec…sorry, I’m—hey.” I raked my hair back, turning and heading back for the coffee pot.
“Sorry if I ruined the mornin’ rub. Told me to call if I had eyes on one of the piggies.”I poured a cup, smirking. I’ve admittedly been a little absent on my wolfly duties.
“You know I’m grateful, but don’t get yourself caught up, Declan. Pop’s onto you.”
“She’s makin’ you soft, brother. I can look after myself. You better be keepin’ ‘yer back guarded, Malek. This is thick.”
I sipped, lowering the mug. “Tell me.”
“Kendall and Jonas are on their way to a very interesting-lookin’ warehouse about twenty minutes awayfrom their compound. I checked the last known owners of said warehouse, and ‘yer not gonna like what I found.”
“Spit it, Dec.”
“Ace McKinley.”My grip on the mug tightened hard enough to crack it.
“They’re goin’ after our supplier? Does fuckin’ Finn know about any of this?”
“Dunno, mate. I’m guessin’ not. But if your plan is still to huff and puff and blow the house down, you got two of the three swine right out in the open.”
“Ping me that location. I’m goin’.”
“Malek, you know better than to go alone, mate. If McKinley is there, he’s not alone, either. You’ll be outnumbered, and I know you won’t carry a pistol. Don’t be daft.”
“Just send it, Dec.”
“Aye.”
Call ended.
They’re going after the guns. At this point, I don’t really care what we lose. But I’ll be damned if I let them think they’ll get a leg up in this war. Finley has close ties with Ace. It’s the reason this whole idea even came to fruition. If I don’t go blow the whistle on this, then any hardware running outta this country runs not only the risk of getting us pegged, but it also pushes the idea that the O’Dell’s are climbing the ladder. I’m wondering if Pop knew any of this, and if that was one of the reasons hedidn’tmention when he thought he’d ship me off to Ireland to oversee this shite. For what it’s worth, I’m glad Seven got Bridget out of here today.
I dressed and made her bed, leaving Viper a little gift on it before heading out and testing my luck on how fast I could get to this little meeting. About thirty miles out, I decided it was time to see how Finn was faring while trying to wear my rutting shoes.
“H-hello?”
“So, if it fits, you sits. That about right, Finn?”
“Malek?”
“How’s it feel to be the guard dog, Finley? Leash is a little short, yeah?” I bit down on my lip ring, turning it back and forth between my teeth while I envisioned him stewing on the other end of this line, wondering what the fuck to say to me.
“I wouldn’t have to be. Ya think it’s fair to leave me the scraps like a dog, mate?”
“I’d say you’re doin’ a fine job of beggin’ for ‘em. Who’s cock is in your mouth this week, brother? Sounds to me like you’ve bit off more than you can chew.”
“What the fuck are ya talkin’ about, Malek? And where have you been?”
I shook my head, gripping the wheel and grinding my teeth. “Why haven’t you asked about Bridget? And tell me you didn’t know about Ace McKinley makin’ dirty deals with our friendly rat pack that Pop’s tryin’ to marry her into.”
“What?”
