“And you’re going to give life to my dick. Will you do CPR on it?” He waggled his eyebrows.
I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face, aware of the extra attention on us now that we’d had a full-blown make-out session in the street. Cillian would be asking me what was up between us for sure. Before this, as far as they were concerned, the sex Fallon and I had was for Vail’s benefit—mostly—but there was no way I could keep that lie up, not with what they’d just seen.
“Shut your trap for once and listen to what we tell you. This is life or death. If you don’t get this right, you’ll be another corpse, got it?” I groaned because I didn’t even have his attention—he was grinning and fluttering his fingers in Cillian’s direction. I grabbed his chin and yanked his face toward me, glaring. “Listen to me, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The bastard grinned, and I was tempted to take him over my knee and give him the spanking he deserved.
“Stop flirting and listen.” I gripped his chin tighter, and he winced. “I won’t have you die today because you got too cocky.” He opened his mouth, but I cut him off. “And don’t give me a dick joke.”
He sighed and straightened. “Fine, I’ll listen.”
I glanced at the boys. Cillian had his arms crossed and mouth pursed, while Rowen was in a conversation with Ardan and Mancini, his hands waving. Probably going over the plan, which was what we all should’ve been doing.
“Come on.” I dragged him back to the others and shoved him near Ardan, who sighed.
Cillian’s stare drilled holes into me, but I ignored him as Ardan started to give us the rundown on what was going to happen. Ardan had rank over us, and as much as it clearly pissed Cillian off that he wasn’t making the plan, we had no choice except to listen.
“Simple, right? Charm Ilya into giving you a job, and when he offers it to you, your friends will storm in there and save the day.” Ardan shrugged. “One of the easiest jobs you’ll have. Just don’t fuck it up.”
“How would I do that?” Fallon teased, and Mancini laughed at him, slapping him on the back.
“Sei una pazza di merda.”
“I don’t know what you said, but say it again.”
I was getting real tired of Fallon’s flirting. I knew it was who he was, but a small—or maybe not so small—part of me raged in jealousy. Just like Vail, Fallon was mine—ours—and I didn’t want him teasing other men.
“Let’s get on with it.” Ardan rolled his eyes, annoyed, and waved his hand toward the factory. “Go, newbie. Shake that ass at the Russian. The entrance they use is on the left end.” He pointed out a door with a light burning over it.
Fallon yanked a hair tie out of his pocket and tugged his curly blond strands into a bun on the back of his head. It was a graceful act, one that had me staring at his long fingers more intently than I should’ve, before he was on his way. Even dressed in an old gray wool jacket, faded jeans, and muddy white sneakers, he looked delicious enough to eat.
Ardan turned to us. “You got your earbuds. You enter whenever you want. I’ve done my part. We’ll wait to see how things go.”
He retreated into the BMW with Mancini, and only when they’d closed the doors did Cillian jerk in close to me, eyes narrowed.
“What da fuck, Aspen? What’s goin’ on with you and feckin’ Fallon?” I wasn’t scared of Cillian, but the look on his face had my heart pounding.
Rowen stepped in closer, as though he was going to be the referee for once. Usually it was him and Cillian going at it. There’d never been a time when Cillian got in my face.
“It was a kiss, don’t get your nuts tangled up over it.” I huffed and opened the small black container with my earbud, then slipped it into my right ear. The sound of unfamiliar voices was loud and clear.
“A kiss withFallon. I know ye fucked him, but sex is sex, mate.” He shook his head. “We share Vail, that’s all. I just wanna know what’s going on in yer noggin’.” The furrow between his brows was the only thing that kept me from shoving him away from me. Furious as he sounded, I thought maybe he was more confused than anything.
I shrugged because I didn’t have an answer for him. Hell if I knew what was happening. Vail said we should get to know one another better, and it was obvious he wanted all of us to love one another like we did him. There wasn’t anything wrong with Fallon—he was a pain in the ass with his constant bullshitting, but he was also protective, smart, and hot. If I could tolerate Vail’s chatter because I liked him, why couldn’t I do the same for Fallon?
Cillian sighed and gestured to the Expedition. “Let’s get closer to the factory.”
We all filed into the SUV, and he started her up, taking us slowly past the BMW so Rowen could put down his window to tell Ardan and Mancini what we were doing. They followed us until Cillian decided we would be noticed if we went any closer.
Time dragged by and I checked the inside of my suit jacket where I’d lined up my knives in a pouch for easy access. Ilya and his men didn’t quit their jabbering in our ears. They were no better than Fallon on his worst days. They spoke about a lot of things, mostly women they’d fucked. All we had to do was catch them talking about their whorehouse and we’d have them, but apparently nothing warranted that sort of conversation.
I knew the moment Fallon entered the room because they fell silent. One of the guys said, “Fuck, that’s a dude?” and I held in a snort. They hadn’t seen Vail. Fallon was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but so was Vail. I couldn’t comprehend how I was lucky enough to have been inside both their tight holes.
“Who are you?” It wasn’t hard to guess which one was Ilya. We’d dealt with him before, and he was a smug asshole. He didn’t have a real Russian accent, but he tried to fake it, as though having one would give him more street cred. The first time we’d met him, Cillian and I had taken a finger for fucking with Sloan. He hadn’t learned his lesson, apparently.
“Fallon.” His voice drifted through the earbud like music, and I closed my eyes, focusing on him. This would be all right. We’d get him out of there. “Are you Ilya?”
I winced. Too straightforward. My hand curled into a fist on my thigh, and I glanced at Cillian as he watched me in the rearview mirror. Being in the back saved me from most of his pointed stares.
