I leap back as the blade comes slicing down at me.
“Jimmy?” I swallow back the lump in my throat as I stare at the man before me. Jimmy Burlosconi works for Dante as an enforcer, but something in the back of my brain tells me this isn’t Romano sanctioned.
I hope.
“Don’t take this personally, princess,” Jimmy sneers. “But a job’s a job, and I ain’t passin’ up the bounty on your head.”
Bounty?
Someone put out a bounty on me?
Who?
My suspicion that Jimmy isn’t working for Dante is right. He wouldn’t need to put out a bounty on my head to get Jimmy to do the job. Jimmy works for him, which means someone else out there wants me dead.
“Fuck you,” I snarls at Jimmy, dodging another blow. Someone screams “knife,” and the crowd on the dance floor parts easily.
Jimmy snarls as he lunges forward. I brace for the impact, ready to knock the knife from his hands, but I am too slow.
“Fucking pox bottle,” Kiernan growls as he slams his fist into Jimmy’s face. The hitman’s blade clatters to the ground as he hits the floor.
“Who do you think ye are coming into our club and attacking our sister?” Seamus hisses, his foot landing in Jimmy’s stomach. “Get him up.”
Two of the club’s bouncers yank Jimmy to his feet and haul him off the dance floor without another word.
“Are you okay?” Seamus turns to me, his eyes scanning me for injuries.
I nod.
“He didn’t get me,” I assure my brother. “Those lessons with narkey-hole over there paid off.”
Seamus bursts out laughing at my use of the Irish insult he taught me. Kiernan, however, doesn’t look nearly as amused at being called out for being moody all the damn time.
“Fuck you teach her that for?” Kier shakes his head at his brother. “Father’s gonna be fucking furious if he finds out you’re teachin’ her that shite.”
His twin just shrugs and grins before bending down to grab Jimmy’s forgotten knife.
“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,” he hollers to the surrounding crowd. At some point, the music has been killed and the lights turned on. “The show is over. Free drinks on the house for the next half hour.”
Shouts and cries of excitement rise up around us as the lights dim again and the steady thrum of music starts back up.
“Oh my god!” Margaret rushes forward and wraps me in a hug when I reach our booth, the twins close behind me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I assure her, then turn back to the twins. Something about Jimmy is bothering me, and it isn’t the fact that he tried to knife me. “How the hell did Jimmy know I was here? And better yet, how did he know what I was wearing?”
“Fuck if we know,” Kiernan growls. “But trust me, sis, we’re gonna fucking find out. You good?”
I nod as I slide back into the booth beside Margaret, taking a long sip of the Jameson she ordered for me.
Dammit.
How the hell did he know I was at the club?
There are only a handful of people who knew I’d be here with the twins. Even fewer who knew what I’d be wearing, and every single one of them is part of Liam’s crew.
Shit.
There’s no way it’s Liam. He doesn’t need to put a bounty on my head to kill me. He’s had more than enough opportunity to do it himself.
