“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Fallon’s cock jolted, cum shooting from his slit and across his stomach. He threw his head back, and it was hard to look away from the sight of the spunk against his bruised skin. My mouth watered. I almost wanted to see my cum on his purpling skin, too.
Aspen wasn’t far behind and cursed low in his throat before tensing and filling Fallon up with his own release.
I cocked my head as a few more thrusts brought Rowen to his finale and Vail to his second a few moments after. The room stank of sex, but the one good thing about being in Sloan’s house was the maids. They didn’t ask questions when you told them to do something, even in the middle of the night.
I slid off the bed and waved my hand. “Get the feck up, all of ye. We’re going to wash off in that big-arse hot tub in the bathroom while I get the maids to clean the bed and change the sheets.”
Vail blinked tiredly at me. “Is that possible?”
I laughed. “Bug, welcome to the Killough mansion.”
The next morning,I woke up before everyone else, which was unusual. Being on the edge of the bed meant I could easily slip out and go for a quick shower before getting dressed and heading downstairs. I’d been in Sloan’s house many times before, so I knew my way around. I found Sloan and his pet, Conall, at the long, gold-edged wooden dining table they used for special events; it could comfortably seat about ten, which was lucky because they weren’t alone. Jamie, Ardan, and Mancini were also there, along with Sloan’s apprentice, Fionn. The cut-crystal chandeliers overhead made this room brighter, along with the sun streaming in, and I blinked for a moment because the large mirror on the far wall added to the trouble by reflecting the light. Fionn was easy enough on the eyes with styled dark hair and a heart-shaped face, but he always looked a bit like he’d been sucking lemons. They all glanced up at me as I entered, and I smirked at them.
“Gentlemen.” I walked over to the table and took a seat beside Jamie, who nudged me with his elbow when I sat down.
“Heard ya got into a wee spot of trouble,” Jamie said with a laugh.
“Not me. Our boy.” I shrugged and stared at the buffet spread out across the table.
“Innit the same thing?” He winked at me and stuffed his mouth with a forkful of scrambled eggs.
“No,” I said bluntly and reached across a silver platter of olives to grab the dish of omelettes. After I’d packed my plate with different kinds of food, mostly things I didn’t usually eat at home, I grinned at Jamie, who continued to stare. “Vail doesn’t mean to get himself into trouble, it seems to follow him. We protect him.”
“Is that what that is? Shoddy job ya’ve done so far,” Corbin said behind the newspaper he had spread out across the upper half of his body. I couldn’t see him, but he always had his nose in some reading material. I’d never met a guy like him.
“Sure, look. Not me fault the Italians are a pain in the arse, is it?” I said around a forkful of omelette, glaring at the hand clutching his newspaper.
“If the Giordanos want to play their hand in the city, they don’t need the cops sniffing around. I don’t fault the logic,” Sloan said, raising his eyebrows at me. He sat at the head of the table with Conall on his right and Fionn on his left. He looked like the king of a castle, arms spread and resting on the thin white tablecloth. The suit he wore today was a blue so dark it was nearly black. Silver cufflinks glinted at his wrists, and his hair was freshly bleached nearly white while still almost black at the roots. Everything about him shouted superior, but this morning he seemed amped up, as though something big was going to happen.
“Yeah, well now they’ve riled us all up,” I muttered, shoving another forkful of food in my mouth.
“Indeed.” Sloan cocked his head and stared at me for a long moment that had suspicion rising inside me. “Tell me, Cillian, how will we fix this issue?”
“Let me go to Chicago and kill the Giordanos. Give me some good men. We’ll make light work of it.” I shrugged and glanced at Jamie, who grinned and shook his head at me as though he didn’t believe a word I’d said.
“Your confidence is the reason you’re good at your job.” Sloan raised his hands and leaned his chin on them, his elbows pressed against the table as he continued to stare. “But we both know it would not be that easy to take out another mob.”
I chewed on the egg in my mouth and waited. It was better to see what Sloan had to fully say before responding.
“I also don’t have time to be in a war with the Giordanos. I don’t want to waste the resources. I have other problems to worry about, such as the Reyes Cartel in Miami. They’re taking our business and treading on our toes, poking at us to see how we’ll respond.”
“Why not take out the Reyes cousin that’s in Miami, then?” I asked. We’d already covered this issue. The Reyes Cartel was another pain in the arse that wanted to expand its reach across America. The Killoughs had been warring with the Reyeses since before Sloan’s time. Thiago Reyes, the cartel boss, was getting too big for his shiny black shoes. He’d sent his cousin Joaquin to start selling drugs in Miami, which was our territory.
“Don’t you worry about that. I have plans for him. They’re hardly the only fuckers vying for my empire, and fighting with the Giordanos is not in my business goals for this year.” Sloan sighed and leaned back in his seat.
Something told me he already had plans on how to fix this problem. I laid my fork beside my plate and gave the boss my full attention. “Sir?”
Sloan smirked. “The fight with them is for another day, so we’re having a meeting with the Giordanos today.”
I tensed, the food I’d eaten growing heavy in my stomach. I calculated the guns and weapons I had in my room and came up short of winning a gunfight against the Italian mobsters coming near Vail. “No.”
Jamie gave me a pointed look, shaking his head slightly, warning me to stop. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
“With all due respect, Boss, but I won’t put Vail in danger. They tried to shoot him, and they killed his father,” I snapped, harsher than I’d meant.
Sloan’s jaw tightened, and Conall laid his hand over Sloan’s, a gesture that already had Sloan relaxing. I made a mental note to thank Conall for that later.
“You don’t get a choice, Cillian. If you think I would put your lover in danger, then you don’t know me very well. We are at an agreement that we will meet peacefully and discuss a short-term ceasefire.” Sloan leaned forward, and I felt his gaze down to my core—the only man I’d ever truly been afraid of. “Vail will be in that room with us.”
