His gaze lifts, and there’snothingplayful left. “Animals aren’t the ones we cut heads off.”
I swallow, and my heart taps a little harder.
Kaden’s phone rings, and he gets up to answer, already frowning.
“Got everything you need?” Flynn asks, eyes returning to me.
“Like you didn’t check.” I grin, poking the beast.
“I didn’t.” He leans back, takes another sip of wine, but he’s watching Kaden now, not me.
“What if I spent all your money?” I raise my brows, teasing. “Blew through it in a single click?”
Flynn smirks.
“Oh, trouble…” he murmurs, voice lazy, edged with pride, “you’d have to buy this entire estate and the ones around it for that to happen.”
My mouth drops open.
Wait… is he serious?
Before I can ask, Kaden returns. “We need to go, Flynn.”
Flynn nods, rising smoothly. He rolls his sleeves down, slow, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen. That calm before the storm kind of movement.
“Is everything okay?” I stand too, a chill brushing over my skin.
Flynn steps closer. His finger lifts to my chin. “Some heads need to be cut,” he says softly, a hint of amusement in his tone, but something in his eyes tells me he isn’t joking.
“Don’t leave the house,” he adds. “Stay inside. Got it?”
I nod, and they leave.
The house feels too quiet, even with the guards stationed outside.
I know there are cameras everywhere. I know I’m being watched, and still, for somefucked-upreason, I felt safer when Flynn was here.
Now?
Now I just want to curl up in bed and pretend I’m not obsessively thinking about that last touch of his finger on my chin.
Tomorrow, the orders will arrive, and Flynn didn’t check what I bought.
I bite my lip.
Can’t wait.
Chapter Eighteen
Flynn
We pull up to the docks just after midnight, concrete wet, air filled with salt and diesel. Declan’s already waiting, hands in his pockets, shoulders like iron rods under his suit, but it’s the two standing beside him that make my jaw tick.
John Flanaghan and Doyle.
What the fuck is he doing here?
“What do you need?” I ask, my tone flat, eyes locked on Declan.
