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Finn had the nerve to look so deliciously undone that it made me want to drop to my knees right there in the kitchen. I don’t know how he did it, but he looks perfectly put together while simultaneously looking like he just rolled out of bed. His hair is lying like it does after I run my fingers through it, and he’s trimmed his beard so it’s nothing more than a shadow of dark blonde hair covering his square jaw.
Meanwhile, Mac went and did the exact opposite. As sexy as this man usually looks in his black Henley, jeans, and black boots, Mac in a suit is on an entirely different level. When he walked into my room, I damn near swallowed my tongue.
The car slows as it turns down the alleyway in the back of Kings, and Ronan puts his hand on my thigh. His electric touch immediately setting every nerve in my body on fire. “Ready, Baby?”
I smile up at him. “Ready, Baby.”
“Remember the rules. Once this door opens, you do not go anywhere without Finn, Mac, or me. You do not get your own drinks, and you don’t use the bathroom besides the one in our office. If, at any time, the three of us tell you we need to leave, you do as we say. No questions asked.”
Usually, I would have a snide comeback at his overbearing attitude. Not because I disagree but because it’s what Ronan and I do. As toxic as it might be, we get off on pushing one another’s buttons. But not tonight. Tonight, I won’t argue. I know how nervous the three of them are. Finn and Mac may not be as blatant about it as Ronan, but I know they’re equally worried. And I know the only reason we’re out tonight is for me.
So, for tonight, I’ll do as Ronan says without any argument.
Not that I even need to argue with him tonight for him to make my panties wet. Between his authoritative tone and his mafia boss ensemble, I might orgasm just from looking at him. Unlike Finn and Mac, Ronan’s not wearing a suit, instead opting for a black button-up that’s haphazardly tucked into his tight black jeans and a pair of matte black leather breaker boots. His tattooed hands are decked out in silver rings, minus the one I still wear on my thumb. His jet-black waves are slicked black, leaving an unobstructed view of his blue eyes. Not to mention his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, which is basically porn for women in and of itself.
Too busy gawking at him to answer, he tightens his grip on my thigh. “Harper, do you understand me? I want us to have a fun night, but I will not risk your safety to do so. Please, promise me you’ll listen to what we say.”
My face softens. “I know, Ronan. I promise.”
He leans down and kisses my cheek right next to my ear. “Good girl.” Straightening, he looks between Mac and Finn. “You guys good?”
Each of them pulls open their suit jackets to show Ronan the guns holstered on their hips and nods. My eyes widen in shock, not because I’m surprised but because the sight of them with guns causes heat to pool in my lower belly.
Interesting personal development, Harp.
Looking back to Ronan, he answers my unspoken question, “Tucked in my boot, Baby,” and shoots me with a devious wink.
“Let’s go shake our asses, shall we?” Mac says excitedly as he throws open the door. Finn shakes his head and huffs a laugh as he climbs out behind Mac. I’m following with Ronan tucked tight behind me. Ronan and Finn each grab a hand, with Mac leading the way, leaving me sandwiched between three solid walls of muscle all the way to our VIP booth.
As soon as we’re seated at our table, me next to Finn with Ronan and Mac on the opposite side, a waitress spots us from her spot at the bar and practically sprints across the dance floor to get to us before anyone else can. Once she stops in front of our table, I can’t help but eye her up from head to toe. She’s wearing the same black skin-tight dress that all of the other servers are wearing, yet, for some reason, hers looks even better. She has a perfectly shaped hourglass figure, legs that look like they spend every spare moment in the gym, and breasts so perky they’re practically touching her chin. Not to mention, she has the longest, smoothest, and shiniest blonde hair I’ve ever seen. Very much unlike my dark and unruly curls.
I look at her name tag that reads “Tiffani,” and couldn’t be less surprised if I tried.
“Good evening, gentleman. What can I get you this evening?” Her perky voice yells over the roar of the music. Her eyes rake over Ronan, Mac, and Finn without even sparing me so much as a glance.
Yeah. Nope. Don’t like her.
“Evening Tiffani,” Finn answers politely. As I glance between the three of them, I notice that, while Finn’s eyes are firmly locked onto Tiffani’s face, not bothering to glance at the rest of her annoyingly perfect body, Mac and Ronan aren’t even looking at her. Instead, their eyes are firmly locked on me from their spots across the table. I can feel my body heating under their intense stares. “The three of us will take a bottle of Jameson Bow Street and three glasses.”
“Absolutely, Mr. Donovan.” Tiffani flicks her blonde hair over her shoulder, and not so subtly, pushes out her breasts, practically shoving them in Finn’s face.
This. Bitch.
“I’ll be right back with your whiskey. Let me know if there’s anything else I can get you,” she smiles at the brothers. “Any of you.”
Yeah, no. This isn’t happening.
As Tiffani walks away, I yell calmly over the music and put my finger in the air. “Ummm, Tami.”
She spins back around; the charming smile she had plastered on her face while talking to the guys is long gone and replaced by an annoyed scowl. “It’s Tiffani,” she says as she points to her nametag.
“Right, sorry. Tiffani. I didn’t see that, much like you didn’t see me sitting right here,” I smile as she scoffs. Finn rubs his hand over his beard next to me, trying to hide his smile. “When you get my boyfriends their whiskey, could you grab me a bottle of rosé, please?”
Tiffani’s jaw drops the moment the word “boyfriends” leaves my mouth. She looks between the guys, who are all doing everything they can to hold in their laughs, waiting for them to say something.
“Oh! And could you also get each of us a shot of the best tequila you have? We’re trying to have a fun night, if you know what I mean?” I wink at her as I run my hand up Finn’s chest. This time, Mac barks out a laugh.
Tiffani looks down at Ronan as if waiting for him to confirm or deny my requests. Little to my surprise, he does exactly what I was hoping he would. He hits her with a stony expression, and she immediately cowers in place. “Get our girl whatever she asks for. And Tiffani,” her entire body straightens, and she smiles, excited that Ronan remembered her name, even though it’s plastered right over her fake tit. “Purposefully ignore Harper again, and I’ll personally escort you out of the club myself.”
