“I wanted it to go away faster.”Fink could admit the optics were bad, but he’d done everything he could to make it appear as though it were an accident.“There should be no questions.”
“That’s not the fucking point,” red-faced, AJ shouted.
“I eliminated all the liabilities.”
AJ’s eye twitched, and he jutted his index finger at Fink.“The fuck you did.How long until the biggest one comes walking through that door?”
“She’s not your concern.”
“You do realize you don’t work alone, right?”
Again, Fink fidgeted, uncomfortable with the presence of his current situation being thrown in his face.The truth was that until recently, though he had done the actual murders by himself, he wasn’t a lone wolf.
“I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you,” AJ said as he turned from him and sauntered toward the couch.“I don’t like it.”
Fink glared in his direction.AJ’s approval wasn’t required.This was Fink’s life, not his.They were business partners.“My relationships have nothing to do with our arrangement.”
Quirking a brow, AJ dropped onto the couch.“If you’re going to make this many mistakes, it absolutely is.”
“I’m handling them.”
AJ scoffed and crossed one leg over the other, making himself far too comfortable in Sydney’s apartment.“I have to meet this woman who has redirected the blood flow from your brain to your dick.”
“No.”Absolutely not.There was no reason in hell they had to be in the same room as each other.
“It’s not negotiable.”
The fuck it wasn’t.Fink twisted the doorknob and yanked it open.“Get out.”
“Oh,” Sydney squeaked on the other side.“Um.”
Fink closed his eyes and let his head hang.Fuck him sideways with a stolen dick.This went from bad to worse.
50
Sydney
Sydneywasn’tsurewhichwas more jarring, having her front door open as she approached or seeing a stranger sitting on her couch.Today was full of surprises and not the good kind.Fink had a guest.
Who knew he had acquaintances.
At least shehopedhe was friendly.There was a definite possibility he wasn’t.
Cautiously, she entered her own apartment.Sydney glanced between the two men.The vibes were clear.This wasn’t a sociable visit.The tension between them was high.The air between them was negatively charged.
The stranger jumped to his feet and approached her with his hand out.
“I’m AJ,” he announced.“You must be Sydney.”
Her gaze flicked to Fink.
He gave a curt nod.
Shifting her focus back to the man in her apartment, she reluctantly took his offered hand and gave it a shake.
“Callum has said absolutely nothing about you,” he jested with a wink.
“That’s not true,” Fink refuted.
