“What a coincidence. Someone did the same to me.” I push off the bed, stand up, then shove my hand into my pants and adjust my dick.
He rolls his eyes.
“Want me to do yours too?” I tease, then grab my gun.
Shai ignores me.
“Take care of your head. Don’t run because I’m not your fucking daddy and Iwillfind you, if for no other reason than you did what I told you not to do. I’m keeping your gun for now. I’ll give it back when I think you’ve earned it. Also, tell Kat I said goodbye, will you? She gave me her number, but it’s easier if you tell her rather than me texting.”
I’m about to go out the door when he says, “Wait.”
I turn around. “What?”
He doesn’t speak, just stares. I can’t help noticing the bulge in his pants is bigger than before.
I grin. “I’ll come back, and when I do, I’ll expect an answer. This friendship is gonna be fun. See you later, pet.”
I close the door, leaving him sitting there, if I’m reading his expression correctly, confused and wanting more.
CHAPTER TEN
Shai
It’s been twodays, and I haven’t seen Rory again. The thing is, sometimes I know he’s out there watching me. I feel his eyes when I come home at night or when I go to work. I sense it at the Pizza Palace too. I don’t know if I’m losing my mind and imagining it all, or if he’s really out there stalking me. I wouldn’t put it past him. He has no boundaries and thinks he can do anything he wants. I’m not so sure he’s wrong.
I might not have graduated high school, but I’m not stupid. I’ve researched everything I could about the O’Shea family. Tiernan’s father used to be the boss, but he was murdered, and that’s when Cillian’s father, Rian, took over. They had every accusation under the sun thrown their way—murder, money laundering, drug and illegal firearm sales—but nothing ever sticks. Some of them have spent time in prison, but never for long, then got right back to it.
I can’t believe Ollie is mixed up with them.
That I am.
I might know a thing or two about pickpocketing, petty theft, and robbery, and I might have been around sex trafficking for most of my life, but it’s got nothing on their operation. Jagger doesn’t have the money they have, and he’ssloppy in every possible way, which is why I don’t feel like he would ever come looking for my mom. He’s a murderous asshole, yes, but he’s the definition of fuckup.
Nothing about Rory is, and nothing about what I read online is either.
I pick up my guitar, my fingers moving along the frets, my back against the wall, my legs stretched out on the mattress. There’s no use pretending I’m not going to fuck him, that I don’twantto fuck him. I’d do it without our deal, but now he’s given me a good reason other than want. I’ll pay my debt because the last thing I want is to owe a Mafia family four thousand dollars, and then I’ll be done with him.
Heat skitters across my skin, then floods my belly. My pulse speeds up, this unexplainable…desire, yes, but there’s more to it than that. It’s like a craving, like Rory is this wildfire I want to both contain and feed because the burn is so fucking addicting and entrancing. Which is fucking wild. I don’t know or trust him. I want to hate him but don’t. Hell, I fuckingrespecthim. He got the best of me, this fearless fucking tornado that’s sucked me in despite my reluctance. I don’t want to be pulled into the whirlwind of him, but everything about him is too intriguing not to be. I want to hate him, but I want to possess him too. That’s so foreign to me, something I’ve never felt before.
And I’m tired of fucking waiting.
I set my guitar down, grab a hoodie, and tug it on. It wouldn’t be hard to find out where he lives. I could go to the Pizza Palace and ask around, something I probably should’ve done already. I pull my Chucks on and head down the hallway. The second I step into my living room, I startle at the figure sitting on my couch.
“What the fuck. How did you get in here?”
Rory looks up from his phone but doesn’t answer.
“Did my mom let you in?” I thought she was sleeping. It’s only nine, but she’s been in bed most of the day.
“No. Kat’s home? Should I go say hi?”
“Stop pretending to be friends with my mom.”
“Who’s pretending?” Rory cocks a brow, and I want to punch him and see him on his knees for me at the same time.
“Stop breaking into my house,” I say instead.
“Why, when it’s so easy? Plus, I like listening to you play guitar. It’s relaxing. You’ll have to play more for me as my pet.”
