“Show me what you’ve done, Rourke,” Sloan said, releasing his hold on Conall. “You can stay here if you’d like, pet.”
“I will,” Conall said.
Tormey gestured toward the side door, and together they walked out of the foyer. Half the guards followed them, the other half hung around, watching Conall carefully. Clearly they were his guards, which was both ridiculous and exciting. As much as he hated the thought of being watched, he also felt important. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that.
The moment Sloan exited the room, Terrance strode toward him, a large grin slashing across his face as he dove at Conall. He wrapped strong arms around him and squeezed tightly, lifting him up in the air, laughing.
Someone cleared their throat behind them, and Terrance quickly dropped him as fast as he’d lifted him. That didn’t seem to deter him from patting Conall hard enough on the shoulder that he nearly buckled under it.
“Welcome home, shithead.”
Conall snorted. He wouldn’t exactly call this place his home anymore. He was a visitor. “Thanks.”
The whores seemed to relax, chatting between themselves, but Forrest practically skipped toward them. “How’s life as the master’s pet?” he teased as soon as reached Conall’s side.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? You’re obviously fucking Tormey,” Conall snapped, nastier than he meant to. He wasn’t jealous of their activities, but rather that some nobody had come in and taken overhislife.
Forrest’s smile fell off his face and he frowned. “I’m not,” he protested weakly, too weakly.
Conall rolled his eyes. “Didn’t take either of you long to replace me.”
Terrance folded his arms over his chest, the suit pulling at his shoulders at the movement. “Don’t act like a jealous brat.”
“I’m not jealous.” He glared at him, jaw tight.
“Bullshit. Tormey only came to help.”
Conall snorted again, but this time it was louder, eliciting intrigued looks from the whores. “Is that what you’re telling yourself? You were a failure, Terrance. He’s here to fix your mistakes. It was either that or Killough would cut your head off your shoulders. The only thing that saved you was me giving up my arse like one of them.” He waved his hand toward their interested crowd.
Terrance grabbed a fistful of Conall’s shirt, dragging him closer, but he stopped immediately when three large guards shot forward, their hands already reaching into the jacket of their suits. Henry was one of them, and his glare would have made any man nearly piss his pants.
“Take your hands off the boss’s pet, Mr. Morrissey,” Henry growled, low and full of caution.
Terrance released him and took a step back. “My apologies. As you gentlemen can probably respect, Conall is my little brother, and I’m not used to him being…well, I’m not used to him belonging to the boss.”
Conall swallowed. Terrance had always grabbed him by the collar when he was angry, but he’d never hit him. The guards didn’t know that, though. “It’s fine.” He raised a hand toward them. “He’s my big brother.”
“That doesn’t matter, sir,” Henry shifted closer until his massive back half hid Conall from Terrance. “You are the boss’s pet now. Any threat against your life will not be tolerated.”
Conall sighed. “It’s over,” he said, taking a step around Henry. “I was being an arse anyway.”
“Yeah, you were.” Terrance sent him a narrowed stare. “But you’ve always been an arse.”
That made him laugh. “Fuck you.”
“Nope, from what I’ve heard, it’s fuckyou.”
Conall might have punched Terrance in the face if he didn’t think the guards would get involved. Instead, he hugged his brother tightly, slapping him on the back. “Missed you.”
“Yeah, you too.” Terrance suspiciously cleared his throat and shoved Conall away playfully. “If I hug you too long, people will think I’m gay.”
Conall rolled his eyes. “Doubt that. You fuck too many pussies.”
Terrance chuckled.
Finally, Conall gathered the courage to turn to Forrest. He hadn’t moved from his spot, but he was smiling, which was always a good sign. While they had been fucking before all of this happened, in some weird way, they were also friends. It was good to see Forrest’s handsome face again.
“Are you done throwing a temper tantrum?” Forrest teased. “Maybe the boss needs to take you over his knee and give you a spanking.”
