I need to know what he’s truly capable of. I need to see it.
“Sarah told you who her fiancé was.” I run my hands over his chest, feeling the thunderous drumming of his heart beneath my fingertips.
“She told me his first name. I figured out who he is. It’s not hard to get the surname when his kid shares it. All it took was a quick Instagram search.”
I search his eyes, trying to see a flicker of the sinister man behind the beautiful mask. “You’re going to kill Carl.”
“I am.” His lips press against my neck and collarbone as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
“I want to be there when you do it.”
His head snaps up, surprise flickering in his eyes. “You want to watch?”
I nod, otherwise speechless. I cannot believe I’m asking this of him.
“Are you sure?”
I nod again and take a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m sure. I need to see it for myself.”
His smile is chilling, but I can’t look away. “Do you just want to watch, bug? Or do you want to be a part of it?”
“I—” Fuck what the hell is wrong with me? “I don’t know.”
Aiden’s lips press against mine, his hands gripping my waist. “You don’t have to decide right now, bug. You just let me know when you’re ready.” He pulls out of me with a grunt.
“Do you have to go?”
Rolling out of the wet patch and grabbing my discarded towel, he cleans himself off before turning back to me with a smirk. “Unfortunately,” he leans across the mattress, cleaning down my thighs with the towel. “I won’t be long.” He turns for the en-suite.
“I can’t convince you to go for round two?” Sliding from the bed, I wrap my arms around him from behind, resting my chin on his shoulder.
“Bug, if I didn’t have to go to this meeting, I would be cleaning you up with my tongue right now.” He chuckles, grabbing my hand and leading me to the shower. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”
Water rushes down our bodies as we stand under the warm spray, his hands moving over my skin. “Promise?”
“If you think that I would choose being stuck in a room witha bunch of scumbags rather than watching you come for me, then you’re even crazier than I am.” He teases, reaching for the body wash. “Your body is finally responding to me in the way I’ve always wanted. I want to see how many times I can make you come before you pass out.” He creates a lather on his hands and begins massaging my shoulders. “I want to ruin you.”
My gaze flicks up to meet his, my lips curving into a sly smile. “You already have.”
28
ROBBIE
Why they choose to pick these old man pubs I’ll never know. AJ’s already here, he passes by on the other side of the road and rounds the back of the pub to the side entrance. Yanking up the handbrake, I kill the engine and move to open the door when I catch a glimpse of a hooded figure following my brother.
“Shit!” In the two seconds it takes me to jump out of the car and slam the door shut, I’ve already lost sight of them. Pointing the fob over my shoulder, I press the button to lock the car before sprinting after AJ.
Heart pounding, I round the corner just in time to see a figure fall to the ground, blood spurting from his neck and AJ casually wiping the blood from his knife before concealing it in his pocket.
“Who the hell are you, Hannibal Lecter?” I pant, resting my hands on my thighs while I try to catch my breath.
AJ looks up, a smirk playing on his lips. He shrugs nonchalantly. “Walsh needs to do a better job sending his minions after me,” he chuckles, walking past me into the pub as if nothing had happened. Two men I recognise but don’t knowby name step out from the shadows, pulling the body of the man my brother just killed out of sight. As they drag the body away, one of them gives me a nod of acknowledgement before tossing the corpse into the back of a waiting van.
One glimpse inside tells me there’s room for more bodies if need be.
“You don’t think he’ll show, do you?” I ask, catching up on AJ, who is weaving his way through the old drunks scattered about the room.
“I highly doubt it,” His eyes scan the room for any signs of trouble. “He knows I want his head, and unlike him,” he pauses at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes gleaming maliciously. “I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.”
