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“Yeah,” Mac says as he shoves his last bite of pizza into his mouth. “Woo alweady get da cash tawken caw of?”
His older brother rolls his eyes but answers, “Yeah. Harper wrote a card to each of them as soon as we got back and put them each in a duffle bag full of cash. Had one of our men come by to grab it and drop it off at a hotel I put them up in. Anonymously, of course.”
Of course. God forbid anyone knows that Ronan isn’t made of ice.
“Happy to hear someone else got to experience Enzo’s crazy,” Dante says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his corded arms across his barrel of a chest. The man is fucking huge.
“Hey!” Enzo reaches next to him and backhands Dante on said chest. Dante doesn’t so much as flinch. Something tells me, though, that few people could get away with putting their hands on Dante DeLuca. Besides being the group’s muscle, I’m not entirely sure what his role is. But what I do know is that they trust him fully, as he does them. “Don’t act like you don’t like it,” Enzo adds with a cheeky grin.
I watch as Dante fights a smile and rolls his eyes.
“So how do you want to fuck this pig? The pig being Declan, of course.” Luca, as per usual, looks more than willing to help us. I don’t know how we’re ever going to repay him, or his father for that matter. He didn’t have to ask his son to help us, but he did anyway. Pascal didn’t have to take in Emma either, but something tells me the two of them aren’t that hard up at his house in Saint-Jean-de-Luz in France. And from the sounds of Emma’s giggles in the background on our last phone call with them, I think it’s safe to assume they have, well, bonded. But I won’t tease my best friends about that yet.
“Actually,” Ronan braces his arms on the counter, his rarely worn sweatshirt covering all his tattoos but the ones on his hands and neck. “Sebastian, how easy would it be for you to get into one of Declan’s bank accounts and transfer all the money to someone else?”
I look over at Ronan. “To who?”
“I was thinking about giving our new friend Patrick a call.”
Sebastian mirrors Ronan’s movements, resting his surprisingly muscular arms on the kitchen island. “It might take me a couple of days, but consider it done.”
“Dante, can we get some of that tactical gear?”
Dante nods.
“Good. It’s time to show this fucker who the hell we are. And it’s about to be the last lesson he’ll ever learn.”
46
Harper
As much as I wanted to thank Luca and his guys for their help today, I want this more. For the first time since I got back, I feel ready.
After what happened this morning, I know they’ve been sitting out there developing some sort of plan all afternoon. If I know my guys, which I do, whatever plan they’ve concocted isn’t going to wait long, and after what they did for me today, hell, what they continue to do for me over and over again, I’ll be damned if I waste another minute. So, when I hear the guys say their goodbyes, I slide out from under the covers, tousle the roots of my curls, pinch my cheeks for some color, and spritz a bit of their favorite perfume along my collarbone. I open my bedroom door with nothing on but a pair of burgundy lace panties. “Are they still here?”
“No, Angel, you just missed them.”
“You want me to call them back up?” Mac asks.
Pulling the door open all the way, I answer, “No, that’s fine. I was just checking.”
Sauntering down the hall, I watch as the three of them go about cleaning up the kitchen. “Checking for wha—” Ronan’s question dies on his lips once he sees me. I watch the muscles in his jaw clench as his eyes roam my body from head to toe and back again. “Baaaaby,” he groans. It’s then that Finn and Mac stop what they’re doing to look at me.
“Fuck me.” Mac runs his hand through his permanently tousled hair.
“That was the plan,” I say as I make my way over to the bar and pour myself a finger of whiskey.
“You want to play, Angel?” Finn moves around the island, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his hands fisted at his sides, letting me know he’s more than willing to participate in my game.
With the crystal glass of whiskey between my fingers at my side, I sashay back down the hall. Once I get to my door, I look over my shoulder. “Coming boys?”
47
Harper
Ilaugh as the three of them race across the apartment toward me. Taking a few steps into my room, I spin to face them as they move through the doorway. Holding my finger up, they all stop in their tracks. With the opposite hand, I bring the glass of whiskey to my lips and tip it into my mouth. Without swallowing, I stretch out my finger and point it at Finn.
I know having to deal with Declan has brought a lot of emotions to the surface for him. Emotions that he will never let see the light of day if he has anything to do with it. So, if only for a minute, I want him to have my undivided attention. Plus, I’m curious to see if he’ll get on his knees for me—just once.
