Rourke didn’t know how long they lay on the bed for, with Forrest trapped in Rourke’s arms, but the hours had been worth it. He told Forrest everything about growing up with a family that worked for the Killough Company. He recounted when he first met Sloan, and how Shay’s first crush was Sloan, and how they’d laughed when Shay told him about wet dreams involving the boss’s son, who quickly became the boss.
Forrest listened intently, his gaze never leaving Rourke’s face. His expressions changed with the stories, from amusement to sadness when Rourke mentioned his father.
“I’m sorry your father did that,” he said quietly when Rourke spoke of his father’s betrayal again.
Rourke shrugged. “It’s done.”
“When did you and Sloan find him?”
“A few months after he disappeared.”
“And you killed him?”
Rourke laid his head back against the pillow and stared up at the pale, grooved ceilings. “I can’t talk about that.”
“Oh, right.”
Rourke dragged Forrest closer until he lay on top of him. Forrest’s comfortable weight felt like a wave of calm washing over him. “If I could, I would, Forrest. But if we’re doing whatever this is, you have to accept that I can’t tell you things when it comes to the Killough Company for your own safety. I don’t want to see you hurt, and if Sloan ever found out that I told you classified information, he’d sooner bury you than allow it.”
“Oh. Of course.” Rourke hated the fear that lingered in Forrest’s eyes, and he grabbed his face softly and pulled him into the kiss. They stayed there for a few minutes, gently kissing until a knock and the opening of the door interrupted them.
There was laughter, and Rourke glance over Forrest’s shoulder at Conall and Sloan. Conall grinned smugly. “Don’t let us stop you.”
If it’d been any other time, Rourke would have thrown Forrest off him and profusely apologized to Sloan, but Rourke held Forrest tighter instead. He rolled them over to their sides slowly, so as not to hurt Forrest, but sat up. “Sirs.”
Conall cocked a hip, arms crossed. “Did we interrupt?”
Sloan tutted at Conall and stepped forward. He looked imposing, but Rourke never saw Sloan appear anything but. Wearing his favorite black Armani suit and leather gloves, he was every inch the mob boss he’d always been.
Conall, on the other hand, was dressed casually in jeans, sneakers, and a blue T-shirt that matched his eyes. He looked refreshed, his dark hair strung up at the back of his head and damp like he’d recently been for a shower. Rourke wouldn’t say that Conall was his type, but an idiot could tell he was gorgeous, even more so when he obviously relaxed.
Sloan’s hand came down on Conall’s ass, eliciting a gasp from him. “Manners, pet.”
“Sorry, sir.” Conall flicked Sloan a hot, passion filled glance.
Sloan’s expression softened and he stroked the length of Conall’s jaw before he returned his attention to Rourke and Forrest. He strode closer. “Terrance called and told us what happened. Montague will be dealt with.”
“With all due respect, sir, I’d like to deal with him,” Rourke said, ignoring the surprised stare Forrest sent his way. “This is my establishment, and I deserve to give the punishment for breaking my rules.”
Sloan smirked. “As you wish.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I will put out word to our clients about what happens when rules are broken,” Sloan said. “I doubt this will happen again.”
Rourke knew Sloan wouldn’t leave out any gory details, and only a foolish man or woman would attempt hurting one of their professionals after the gossip circulated about what had happened to Montague. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“Terrance also said you wanted to talk to us about something else.” Conall stepped up to Sloan’s side, his seriousness returned.
“Yes, I did.” Rourke glanced at Forrest. “Alice approached me before I was informed about Forrest’s situation. She explained some things that I believe would help us understand Heaven’s OD.”
Forrest winced. “Um, about that—”
“I know you were aware Alice was giving out drugs.”
“She was?” Conall whistled. “Terrance won’t like it when you kick her out.”
“I haven’t decided what I’m doing with her yet.” Rourke sighed and returned his attention to Conall and Sloan. “But she swears Heaven’s OD wasn’t from her. The person who supplies her was out of stock when this happened. Although, she did mention a business lady approaching them while they were out. They thought she was an interested client, but it turns out she offered them coke. The way Alice described her… it sounded a lot like Diaz.”
