Skin splits. Blood spatters. His body goes slack, but I don’t stop. Can’t. Not until someoneripsme off him.
Arms lock around my chest, yanking me back.
“Flynn!” Kaden cuts through the haze.
I resist. Snarl. Fists still clenched like claws. He shoves me against the ropes, holding me there while I breathe like a wild animal, chest heaving, jaw tight.
“Match is over,” he mutters. “You’ll fucking kill him.”
My eyes stay locked on the man twitching on the floor, face broken, blood pooling.
Good.
That helped.
“Shit, Flynn.” Christian snarls, rushing forward.
Eyes drop to the poor bastard on the floor, blood slick around his face, someone already kneeling beside him.
“Take him to Mac Dara’s. Tell them I sent him,” I order.
One of the men nods and moves quickly.
Fingers brush the stack of cash from the bets. I press it into Keeffe’s hand. “Make sure he gets paid.”
Truth is, I don’t need the money. And he didn’t deserve to be nearly killed.
Mac Dara belongs to the Irish Consortium. Quiet. Untraceable. Most of us don’t use it unless it’s urgent, but our men do. It’s safer. Cleaner. Keeps the blood off hospital floors and the questions buried.
Keeps our secrets locked up tight.
“Well, at least you’ve still got a soul,” Kaden mutters beside me, dripping with irony. “Care to explain what the fuck that was?”
I move past him, jaw tight, blood still hot under the skin.
“She lied to me.”
Kaden stops short.
“Autumn?”
“Yeah.” The word scrapes out low. “Now she’ll face the consequences.”
Chapter Eight
Autumn
“The hotel has a beautiful entrance, and the views from the top floor are breathtaking,” Viviana says as she hands me the pictures and folders with all the details. One of the Callaghans’ friends recently opened a massive hotel right on the seaside, and they need photos for the website Viviana is building.
“Oh my God, look at that view!” I gasp. The pictures were taken by the hotel staff, and if this is what it looks like in bad lighting, pixelated and dull, I can’t even imagine how stunning it’ll be in person.
“Tiernan Keeffe will be waiting for you at the entrance,” Viviana adds, sorting through the folders. “He’s a cousin of one of Declan’s business partners and one of the owners.”
I nod, gathering everything I need. We met at their penthouse this time, which I don’t mind; it takes me fifteen minutes to get here, compared to forty to reach the mansion. The penthouse was fully remodelled last year. Apparently, there were some issues with the walls.
“Call me if you need anything,” Viviana says, giving me a quick smile as I step into the elevator.
Another day, another near miss with Flynn. It’s been almost a week, and I usually spot him at least once every four days, not that I’m counting.Still, I suppose it’s true. He fucks and flees. That’s fine. That’s what I wanted.
