They whizzed past some more houses, and when Sloan got the car on the freeway, he put the pedal to the metal, opening her up to show her full potential. Conall’s attention didn’t divert from Sloan, though.
“What about the second one?”
“Adrian. He lasted a couple of months. Not long.”
“I feel like I’m trying to squeeze water out of a rock here. Why didn’t he last long?” Conall asked.
“I will always dote on my pet, give him what he desires, but he must always remember who the boss is.”
“You.”
Sloan squeezed Conall’s thigh. “Adrian forgot that after a few months. He thought that because I gave him what he wanted, he could havemore. Control over me.”
Conall made a noise. “That was a stupid mistake. How did he want control over you?”
“He tried to make decisions about my company. He thought he could fuck me.”
His pet slapped a hand over his mouth and chuckled. “He wanted to fuck you? As in literally put his cock in you?”
“That’s what fuck me means, pet.” Sloan smirked at him. “I do the fucking in this relationship.”
Conall shrugged. “No skin off my back.”
“Are you telling me that you enjoy my cock?”
His pet flipped him his middle finger. “I’m not saying a word.”
Sloan shook his head, the laughter rumbling in his chest. “I don’t know where Adrian is. I sent him off on a boat to Mexico.” He didn’t give a damn about him, either. Adrian had been a pain in his arse, just not the kind that Adrian had wanted. The last he’d heard, Adrian had found himself a drug boss who also had a thing for young men with pretty blond ringlets. “My third was Patience.”
“Patience? That was hisname?” Conall threw his head back and fell into a fit of chuckles. He curled his arms around his stomach and doubled over. “That’s a horrible name.”
“His name might have been Patience, but he certainly wasn’t patient.”
“Was that his problem?” Conall asked after he’d calmed down enough to wipe the tears from his eyes.
“Yes. He was nothing more than a spoiled brat. His father was an old business partner of my dad’s. Patience was…well, he was from a rich family, and he acted like it. He wanted my attention every minute of the day, and when he didn’t get it, he…quite literally threw a tantrum. Went so far as to fall on the floor and kick his legs.”
Conall groaned, touching his face with his palm. “So he didn’t know the difference between a pet and a child, huh?”
Sloan grabbed Conall’s thigh, squeezing it when he had to slow down again as they came into a populated area. The houses in this suburb were small, and so clustered together that their windows were only about five inches away from each other, giving the residents no privacy unless they had curtains.
Conall frowned out of the car window when Sloan slowed down to an almost crawl and pulled into a parking spot in front of a small pale yellow house with peeling paint and overgrown weeds in the garden. It looked abandoned because it clearly was.
“Where are we?”
Sloan leaned back into his seat and pointed at the house. “That’s where we used to live when I was first born.”
Conall shuffled forward, staring past Sloan at the old bricked home and the small yard. He frowned, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “I thought you grew up with the mob.”
“I did, but Dad never took control of the mob until I was about six. My grandpa wanted to make an example of us, to show his only son what it was like growing up in the slums without money like he did before he created the Killough Company.” What his grandpa didn’t expect was for their family to grow closer—so much closer that they all agreed it was time to take their abusive grandpa out. At six, Sloan lured the old man to their house while Niall put a bullet in the back of his head.
“Did you learn anything?” Conall’s gaze focused on Sloan and he leaned closer, almost like he was thinking about comforting Sloan but decided against it.
Sloan smiled at him. “I learned that sometimes family need to be taken out too.”
His pet’s own smile surprised him. “I hear that.”
“Your father?” Sloan pulled the Lamborghini back onto the road, heading in the direction of the city. He took it easy, because as much as he wanted to make her fly, cops like Diaz were out to get him, and he didn’t want to ruin their date night with a trip to the precinct.
