“How’s blondie?” I ask.
He looks away and shrugs.
“Don’t know.”
“Bullshite, ye don’t know.” I poke at him. “My sofa has been awful lonely this past week. Crow’s too, he says. So ye must be laying your head somewhere at night.”
“Yeah, okay,” Conor levels with me. “We had a thing. But then Crow went and hired her on as a dancer.”
Conor’s jaw is set, and the lad is pissed. But I can only laugh.
“Classic fucking Crow.”
Reaper nods in agreement.
“Sounds like he’s trying to give ye a wee push in the right direction.”
“Just pull a Fitzy,” I tell him. “Haul her off the stage and drag her down to the basement to show her who’s boss.”
“Don’t talk about my wife that way,” Ronan warns me.
I hold up my hands in surrender, but even Conor’s laughing now. We were all taking bets on how long it’d be before Fitzy finally broke. Now Crow’s scheming again with Conor, it seems.
He likes to say that his men do their best work when they’ve got a warm bed at home, but I think he’s just a romantic at heart.
My phone beeps, and it’s a text from Crow himself. His ears must’ve been itching.
“Gotta jet, lads,” I tell them. “Crow needs me back at Slainte. Ye got this sorted, or ye need me to send some help?”
“We’ve got it sorted,” Reaper answers me.
“Alright, lads. Catchya.”
“It won’t happen again,” the bloke tells me. “Please.”
“Ye’re right about that,” I agree. “But I still have to break your arm.”
“I have a wife and kids at home,” he pleads.
“Then you’ll be just as useless to them as ye are now.”
Fecking prick.
“I’ve got some money,” he says. “Whatever you want. Here, take my Rolex.”
“I don’t want your bloody Rolex,” I tell him. “I want you to respect the rules of this establishment, which ye clearly didn’t. And now ye need to quit your bitching and moaning and take it like a man.”
I reach for his arm and he tries to scramble away.
“Would ye rather lose some fingers, then?” I ask.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Ye stuck your hand in her knickers. She’s got no reason to lie about that.”
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t realize it wasn’t that kind of club. She’s a stripper… so I just thought…”
“Ye just thought she’d take a free ride on your dick because you told her to, aye?”
