Laughter.Fucking bastards.
“Yeah, I’m Ilya. Who the fuck sent you?”
I couldn’t wait to get my knuckles into Ilya’s smug face, or maybe the knives would do a better job. I felt for the switchblade I had in my pants pocket.
“Haley, she said you had a job.”
I had to give Fallon credit, he sounded confident. Haley was the one who had given Ilya up to Sloan, hoping she wouldn’t get slaughtered for having anything to do with it.
Ilya laughed. “Haley does know where to find the best. Get undressed.”
I gritted my teeth until it hurt.
“What?” Fallon asked.
Cillian turned in his seat to look at me, and I shook my head.
“I said get undressed. I want to see the goods.”
The men around Ilya laughed.
My fist tightened more.
Rowen’s shoulders tensed.
I waited with bated breath, and when the laughing continued, I had the feeling Fallon was doing what Ilya had asked, and that only made fury light up inside me. By the time I was done, Ilya wouldn’t have a face.
“Mm.” Ilya’s humming made me breathe deeply.“What’s that on your stomach? You ruined?”
“It’s an insulin pump. I’m diabetic.” The “duh” tone in Fallon’s voice had my mouth quirking slightly in amusement, even if it wasn’t smart in this current situation.
Ilya grunted and sounded less than impressed. “That’s a strike against you. No one finds that shit attractive.”
I gritted my teeth until I was sure they’d shatter in my mouth.Fuck him. Fuck him to hell and back.Every inch of Fallon was flawless. The pump kept him alive and that made it as incredible as the rest of him.
“What kind of job is this?” Fallon asked, and even though he was probably naked, he still sounded confident. He was getting a big old fucking reward after this. Maybe I’d get on my knees for him.
Ilya shushed his men’s laughter and the silence had me swallowing.
“Shouldn’t you know? You got naked for us.” The suspicion in Ilya’s voice had me shaking my head. I was out of the vehicle before Cillian and Rowen knew what was happening, but Cillian managed to catch me, grabbing my elbow and yanking me around to the front of the SUV.
“Not yet,” he hissed.
“He’s in trouble,” I snapped, ripping my arm out of his hold.
“Do ye wanna get him killed?” Cillian’s dark hair fluttered with the cold wind, his eyes alight with anger. “Don’t feck this up because ye’re feeling something for him.”
“I’m willing to do anything for cash,” Fallon said through the bugged line.
“Yeah? Suck my cock.” Ilya’s fake Russian accent had my jaw tightening, and I began to pace near Cillian.
“Tell me the details of the job first.” Fallon hesitated, I could hear it in his voice. My instincts told me to get in there and stab Ilya in the gut about thirty times. It felt as though ants had crawled under my skin, and I wanted to hurt everyone inside that factory but Fallon.
“You know what it is,” Ilya said.
“Tell me what I’ll be making.” Fallon kept his head. Good, at least we knew he could work under pressure. Sloan would love to hear that.
“You’re a curious one....” There was silence and I wished I could see inside to know what was happening. “You sure you don’t work for someone already?”
