“No, I needed to see you.”
A strong hand grips my arm, pulling me away from Leon. Then Declan shoves himself between us, and points a gun at Leon’s head.
“Oh yeah?” he snarls. “Why don’t you tell me why you need to see my wife so badly?”
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declan
My finger slidesagainst the trigger, itching to fire off a shot right between his beady eyes.
Goddamn, I want to pull it so fucking bad.
Not just because I don’t trust the rat bastard, which I don’t. The guy’s definitely connected. Even without the tattoos, it’s obvious. He was there in the truck graveyard in Queens, and I’d bet my left nut it wasn’t only to meet Marlowe.
The guy is a slimy ass prick, and I can see right through his bullshit façade.
But it’s not even because of that.
It’s the fucking fact that he turned up outside our place after contactingmy wife.
We don’t live in some secret compound, and while our address isn’t a dark secret, we don’t advertise it. But people don’t just randomly turn up here without an invitation unless they’re part of our inner circle, which is damn tight.
By showing up here like he did, he’s begging for a war.
I really want to shoot him.
Myfingertip tingles.
And when I’m done with him, I want to take her upstairs and teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.
Which will be hot sex.
That can be a lesson, sure, but not the one I want to convey in this situation.
Scratch the sex. For now.
I drag in a breath. Her fear and guilt is thick in the air, just like his loathing of me.
Calmness takes hold now, just enough to keep me from shooting him dead in place on the sidewalk.
Torin and Callahan aren’t far behind. They’re here, hanging back, letting me handle this. Watching. Waiting.
And the fucker still hasn’t spoken.
“I asked you a question,” I say. “Gave you ample time to come up with a reason, any reason. Truth, lie, whatever the fuck. But you’re just standing there like a goddamn deer in headlights.”
The man’s eyes narrow.
Molly’s lips part, but I cut her a glance, and she snaps them closed.
“You have a gun pointed at me,bodyguard.”
“I’m aware. Still got all the old marbles.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Husband, mafia, bodyguard. I’ll let you work out the most important one on that list.”
“I know you’re a Murphy.”
That wasn’t the one I meant, but I’ll take it.
