“Listen, I only told Reyes little bits. Not much. I don’t know much.” Suter laughed nervously as his gaze shot from me to Cillian. “He threatened me. He’s got my brother by the balls. Johnny’s a drug addict and owes Reyes money.”
“How do ye know anything about us anyway?” Cillian asked, brows raised. “Because I’ve never even heard of ye. Ye’re boring.” He gestured around the small back room we were in and at the pots sitting on wall shelves and counters. Some had plants in them, others didn’t. “Who the feck owns a flower shop?”
“It’s not hard to get information about you,” Suter said in a shaky voice. “People talk.”
“We’ve heard that before.” Cillian rolled his eyes, and I smirked.
Gossip.The same way Vail found out information. Luckily gossip couldn’t be used by the police, they needed hard evidence.
“Well, now ye’ve gone and done it, haven’t ye?” Cillian turned the knife in his hand. He palmed himself, fingers dancing over his trapped dick, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away, a spike of pleasure zinging through my groin at the sight. What would it be like to have Cillian in my mouth? Curiosity consumed me.BeforeVail we’d kept our distance.BeforeFallon we hadn’t touched. Now, anything seemed possible.
Cillian crouched and clucked his tongue. “Sorry, mate.”
“Wait!”
Cillian didn’t stop—he slashed the knife across Suter’s neck and blood splattered down Suter’s shirt and across the floor. Cillian jumped back, escaping with only a few red dots on his face, and grinned, brown eyes bright with excitement as the life bled out of Suter’s body until he was nothing more than death surrounded by a pool of his own blood.
“Fuck.” Cillian shook his head and palmed himself again, turning toward me. He stepped in closer, and I straightened to meet him as he approached. “This was fun.”
I smirked. “You’re fucked in the head, Cillian.”
“Don’t pretend ye’re not.” He twisted the blade to the flat edge and wiped it across my face, smearing blood on my cheek, and then to my surprise, his mouth was on mine in a wicked kiss that had my dick at full mast in seconds. His tongue shoved its way past my lips and he fucked my mouth like he would any hole, and when he was done taking whathewanted, he stepped back with a chuckle.
Cillian grabbed my knife case again and pulled out a cloth I liked to keep in there, throwing it at me. “Wipe that off yer fecking face. Let’s leave this joint. There’ll be too much DNA in this place for the cops to have any real fucking idea.”
I shook my head with a grunt as I wiped off the blood. “Poor Vail.”
“Why?” he asked as he took back the cloth and shoved it in my case with the knives. I’d need to do some intense cleaning when I got back to Sloan’s.
“You’re going to fuck him so hard after this.” I used my thumb and wiped the few drops of blood off his cheek.
Cillian laughed. “Too fecking right I will.”
We left through the front, Rowen locking the door before he closed it behind us, making sure that no one else could get inside. We went straight back to the SUV and got in.
“I expected him to put up more of a fight.” Cillian glared at the flower shop as we left the lonely street it was situated on and took a right, heading toward Woodlawn Heights in the Bronx. It would take us a while to get there with the traffic, and it annoyed the fuck out of me as the day wore on. I wanted to get home and spend time with Vail and Fallon because it felt like forever since we’d had a calm week where we could enjoy one another’s presence.
I listened to the quiet humming of the radio as we headed farther into the city. Luís worked the streets here and was good at what he did—he tricked both the rich and poor into buying coke that had been cut so much a cup of coffee would probably give you a better jolt. I had to give Luís credit where it was due, he had balls, and long legs that carried him fast. If we wanted to get him in a dark alley, we’d need to lead him into a trap, and it would take all three of us.
“What are we going to do to wee Luís?” Cillian asked, grinning like a fool. He’d always hated Luís the most and I didn’t blame him. The last time we’d seen him he’d kicked Cillian in the kneecap and fucked up his leg for a while.
“Take him back to the boss’s house.” I stared out the window at the tall apartment buildings we passed. It was easy to tell the difference between the rich and the poor, but even the one-bedroom apartments around here cost a mint.
“What the feck are ye on about?” Cillian grunted out. “The boss said to take care of ’im.”
“And we will.” I glanced back at him and smirked. “If we want to get Fallon past his first kill, he needs to do it again.”
Cillian blinked at me. “Ye’re gonna get our lovely flirt to kill Luís? Don’t ye thinkwedeserve the honor?”
I laughed. “There’s bigger fish in the sea. We get Miami.”
“Aren’t ye a bunch of lucky feckers?” Rowen huffed in the back seat. “Why isn’t the boss sending me?”
“Why does Sloan ever do what he does?” Cillian tapped the wheel in time with a rock song that came on the radio. “I thought ye’d be happy anyway. We’re only going down there to kill some poor motherfecker, probably that cousin of Reyes’s. What’s his name?”
“Joaquin,” I said without missing a beat. I’d met Thiago’s cousin once and he was smart. If we’d been allies we might’ve gotten along. He enjoyed baseball, too, and he knew his products well. He also didn’t speak for the sake of it, either.
“Yeah, him.”
