“Done. I’m done, Boss,” he whispered, but he gave me a sly smirk as he turned to follow Mr. Killough from the room.
My face heated.
Mr. Killough stopped near Cillian and faced him. They sized each other up for a few seconds. “You’re keeping Vail, I take it?”
“Oh aye.”
“Get a handle on him for his own safety.” I sucked in a deep breath when he pointed at me. “Listen to your men.”
“Cillian and Rowen?” I glanced from Cillian to Rowen, then my gaze caught on Aspen’s serious eyes. Finally I drifted my attention to Fallon, who was busy holding his breath, and appeared to be trying to actively avoid anyone’s attention because he’d snuck close to one wall.
Mr. Killough’s lips twitched. “All of them.”
Conall snickered. “I think I might be jealous.”
Mr. Killough gave him a hard look that actually did chill me, but Conall grew more confident under the attention. Mr. Killough attacked Conall’s mouth with his and bit at his lower lip, pulling it until it appeared painful. Conall melted against him and let out a happy moan when Mr. Killough let him go.
“Please, Boss?”
“We might break Vail if we do that here. Let’s go home.” He gave Conall a soft kiss, and then with a final wave from Conall, they left, taking all their men with them out into the night.
When the front door shut behind them, Fallon gasped and sat down on his ass on the floor. He huffed like he’d been running. I couldn’t help but study him for a moment. I’d never seen him in leather, and he looked amazing in black. Aspen let out a deep laugh, and Rowen patted Cillian on the back... who honestly didn’t look that great himself.
“What? What’s wrong?” I asked. “He said I can go back to teaching.”
Rowen came over and sat beside me, and I was happy when he took my hand in both of his. “What’s wrong, love? Christ. I cannot believe that happened and we are all alive and with our balls intact.” He rested his head back on the couch and closed his eyes.
Cillian laughed. “Sloan’s not immune to beauty. I put it down to that.”
Aspen nodded. “Agreed.”
Cillian stormed over and tugged me to my feet with a harsh hand on my elbow.
“Ow.”
“Damn it,” Rowen thundered and got to his feet, shoving Cillian, but he didn’t budge.
“How did ye do it?” His eyes were narrowed and serious and his grip on me didn’t let up.
I blinked at him and knew what he was talking about. Blushing, I felt like I was lying as I asked, “How did your supersecret project you won’t tell me about go?”
“Vail! I asked you a question.”
“Good,” Rowen answered me.
All at once I remembered I’d been angry with Cillian and shoved him, though it seemed to do even less good than it had when Rowen did it. “I didn’t agree to be locked up!”
Cillian growled and shook my arm until I stared into his eyes. His grip softened. “It was for yer own good.”
“You could have asked,” I replied, trying to stay firm.
“He has a point,” Fallon mumbled from where he was sitting on the floor, still gasping for air.
“No!” Cillian yelled, and it seemed to be at everyone.
I flinched.
“Feckin’ fine,” Rowen said, tossing up his hands. “I let him out.”
