“It’s true.” He sighed. “Fine. They can follow in their cars, but they need to listen to every order from us.”
“Deal.” I turned toward Finn, who gave me a long, pleading look. My heart hurt, and as much as I hated the idea of sending him out there with the other guys, I cared about his need to be one of the Company men. I’d thought up all the excuses under the sun why he couldn’t go with them, but that’s what they were—excuses. There was no real reason why he shouldn’t leave with them other than my own protectiveness.
Fuck.
I grabbed Finn’s arm and dragged him away from the others so I could talk to him. Cupping his cheek, I caressed his soft skin with my thumb. I couldn’t see his makeup well in this light and that made my heart ache. I craved to see him in the dress again, looking stunning and happy and himself.
“Tell me what you want to do, what youreallywant to do, Lolly.”
His smile was small and sweet. “I’m a Company man. Let me go with them and be their lookout. Let me do my job.”
Cursing his determination under my breath, I pressed a rough kiss on his mouth. He moaned, his arms curling around my neck while he shoved himself as close as he could get. I held him tighter and ate at his pretty lips, not caring that some of his makeup would transfer to me. My cock surged to life, no longer a prisoner to the poison in my body, and pressed insistently against my jocks.
When I was done letting him know how much I needed him, I broke the kiss. “Don’t think you’ve gotten away without punishment, Lolly. When you get home, I’m going to put you over my knee in that pretty dress of yours, lift up the hem, and smack that sweet little arse until you apologize properly.”
He trembled and let out a small gasp that made me smirk. As an example, I patted him on the bottom before making myself step away. I glanced toward the rest of the men, but everyone except Bluey and Mercy had turned away from us.
“Cillian,” I growled, earning the Irishman’s attention. He squared his shoulders and stood straighter like the soldier he was. “Take your men with Bluey and fuck some shit up. Finn will be your lookout.”
Cillian nodded sharply. “Aye, sir.”
“Butyou better bring my boy home safe, or I’ll slit your throat and feed you to the crocs around the creeks personally, am I clear?” My tone turned deadly and I stared at him intensely to let him know I wasn’t messing around.
“Aye.” Cillian’s expression in return had the same seriousness mine did, and I inhaled, deciding that all I could do was trust him.
I gestured at Mercy. “While they’re doing their job, let’s give Padulano Junior a visit and remind him that either he takes his father out or we will, painfully.”
Mercy’s mouth twitched as close to a smile as he could get. “Let’s.”
I watched as Cillian herded his men toward a couple of vehicles—including my Lolly, who got into the back seat of a van. Bluey stopped Cillian, jabbering at him, and I stared at Finn.
I had to trust he knew how to do his job, while I went and did mine.
14
FINN
The first thingI did as soon as I got into the van was put on my seat belt. After the accident I’d gotten a little bit strange about riding in a vehicle I wasn’t driving—especially one like this—but making sure my seat belt was secure helped a lot. I patted the buckle and let out a long breath while leaning up to watch Legend get into a car, along with Mercy. The vehicle took off almost immediately.
Damn it, I felt like shit.
Why did Legend come out when he was in pain? I’d expected him to stay in bed, not force himself to chase after me. Fear dug around in my chest, sending out unpleasant shocks of heat through my body. He’d snapped on the driver earlier. Was there anything I could do to make Legend toss me into the tank with the jellyfish?
I’d heard rumors of Mr. Killough shooting people for less.
Apprehension twisted my gut into a knot. Legend had kissed me like he couldn’t wait for a chance to fuck me again with his massive dick, but he’d also promised to punish me. My shaft throbbed and plumped in my panties, nudging against the soft fabric, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth. Squirming around, I wanted to rub my semi, but there was no way I was going to make an attempt to do that because Cillian opened the driver-side door and slid behind the steering wheel.
“That wanker took me spare gun,” Cillian grumbled.
“You’ve still got one. Simmer down,” Fallon said as he climbed into the passenger side.
Cary and Cove slid in, taking up the seats on my right. They nodded at me at the same time, which wasn’t something they did often but occasionally happened.
One of the brothers smiled, and I figured it must be Cove because he was usually the one to start conversations. “That was some display.” He winked at me and flicked my ear. “Steamy.”
Scowling, I rubbed the side of my head.
“Legend’s a big guy, isn’t he? Is he big all around?” Cary waggled his eyebrows and leaned closer in a cloud of sandalwood cologne. “Let’s be honest. Is it big enough to support a flag?”
