“Aeron, that doesn’t mean you can’t indulge yourself.”
“Doesn’t feel right without him here with us. Yes, I know he’s a fucking loose cannon and dangerous as hell but it’s the four of us.”
I swallowed nervously, taking a seat beside him and let out a heavy breath. “And what if I told you that Finn’s been around for longer than we thought? Remember Sylvester?” They nodded. “Well, Finn had been that teenage driver that killed him. He slipped up and mentioned that he’s been protecting us and I did a little digging. I think Finn’s obsession with us goes much deeper than our obsession with him.”
Slash glared in my general direction. “That actually adds more questions to the equation than it answers. What did his dad say after you mentioned Finn to him?”
“Not much. Told me that I have a week to get a lead on The Three Terrors or lose my job.” I ran my hands through my hair and leaned back into the cushions. “Chief Matthews is terrified of who his son has become—or rather, the alter that has returned? I’m not sure how that all works. All I know is that he’s going to have to make a choice—turn his son in or cover up for him.”
Slash snorted as he stood, grabbing a slice of pizza for himself. “I’m guessing we’re not letting the first option happen so what happens when dear old dad tries to protect Killian?”
“I show him that I’m the most well equipped to handle him.”
“He’ll find out who we are. Whoyouare,” Aeron offered. “How’s that going to help?”
A deviant smile slid across my lips. “Because he wants to protect his image more than anything else. Everything Chief Matthews has ever done, every curfew he’s set, every order he’s put has all been done to protect who he is as a person. Sure, he wants to protect his son but the ultimate goal is to make sure he, himself, looks good.That’swhy he left Killian’s mother in that mental hospital. And that’s why appealing to his vanity and his guilty conscience will give us what we want.” It was a dangerous plan and one that could shoot us in the foot. “Besides, I’m banking on the fact that he’ll be so blinded by covering up Finn’s crimes, that he won’t have time to make the connections between me and The King.”
I met my men’s gazes, wondering what was going on in their heads as Aeron stuffed the last piece of pizza into his mouth. “I think it’s time for a decoy. What? Finn used one. Why can’t we? Start throwing dear old dad off our scent. Start confusing everyone in Primrose. Drive up the fear factor. We’re playing a game with Finn, right? Then let’s fucking play. As long as he comes to dinner, I don’t really care what happens.”
Slash and I glanced at each other before looking over at our cannibal. “I thought I was supposed to be the sadistic one,” Slash joked.
It wasn’t a bad idea, though. No one knew what The King looked like. They just knew he moved product occasionally through Primrose and he was usually the culprit for brutal beatings across the city. The King hadn’t been seen in almost a month, so it was time to make an appearance.
Now to find the right person to play me…
FINN
You missed a spot.
No, on the right.
I grinned as the two helped me catch the stray hair and tuck it back into my slicked style, my gold-colored eyes finally part of the show. After a quick shower and finding clothes that didn’t suck—Killian’s taste in fashion left much to be desired—I found myself enjoying the darker corners of Bondage Palace as I waited for Nyla to show up. An hour and a half later, sweaty and ready for the best part of my night to start, I had wandered into the bathroom to freshen up, Dark and Daemon at the ready.
Killian was still perched against the wall, staring at me with that godawful smirk plastered on his face. He knewsomething. He wouldn’t tell me what it was but there was a secret he was hiding from me, which was why I added a fucking tally to the board while keeping his gaze.
Whatever makes you happy, Finn.
I shook off the eerie feeling that came with his words and stared in the mirror, touching up my hair so that it would be perfect for these next moments. I wasn’t vain, per se, but it had been so fucking long since I had stared at me. Finn. The dominant personality. I took one last look in the glass, smiling at my reflection, the bling adorning my ears, brow, nose, and lips shining back at me like a ‘fuck you’ to my father.
I was hot shit and I knew it.
I rushed back to the counter, grinning like a madman as the sight of Nyla in a tight black wrap-around met my eyes. The cloth accentuated her curves, ones I was hoping to explore at some point later. She shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool as our eyes met, knowing full well she didn’t trust me—thanks to Daemon—but we were going to start over. I knew she hadn’t meant it, the whole ‘betrayal thing’. She was just trying to move up in the world. If she had asked me—Finn—I would have helped her. Maybe.
Slipping onto the stool beside her, I signaled the bartender for a round of shots. Nyla squeaked at the gesture, wringing her hands in her lap as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. Tonight was about rebuilding old bridges and starting fresh. “Why are we here, Killian?”
I barked out a laugh, downing the first tequila shot.God, that burns so fucking good.“It’s Finn when we’re not at work.” She didn’t respond, waiting for me to give her an explanation. “God, Killian is such a… Truthfully? I think we need to start over. We both had our own agendas but now that it’s out there?” She nodded timidly but still didn’t speak as we both took another shot. She grimaced at the taste, making me grin.
The chaos that was this grimy place made my dick wet. Dark and Daemon talked about how much they loved this place, but it was because of me. Places like this were where I thrived. A different bartender slid us four more shots when I signaled for another round, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Changing up the scenery?” He placed a bowl of pretzels in between us.
That’s the one that’s seen us with Slash and Samael.
What was his name again?
So… he knows us? Fuck.
Seeing people I knew could ruin plan A. I’d have to suck it up and plow through as I downed another shot. Lights danced around us as I began bobbing my head to the beat, Nyla swiping another shot as well. The alcohol was already winding me up, my dick thickening between my legs at the thought of how I wanted tonight to turn out.
Nyla just stared at me, shifting again so that I had a direct line of sight to her rose lace panties.God, can’t fucking wait to take those off…Now that I thought about it, her wrap dress didn’t allow for a bra, which meant if I focused hard enough…
