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“Not a good time.”
“I can fucking see that,” Beck growled. “Still need to talk to you.”
Kieran only gripped me tighter. “She’s not leaving.”
Beck rocked back a step, as if Kieran’s claim had just shaken his world. His hands fisted and unfurled over and over again before he stepped into the room and slammed the door behind him. “Fine.”
He charged into the room like a bull, his eyes on the floor and his chest heaving as he headed in the direction of the closest surface that wasn’t the bed.
The dresser.
We hadn’t cleaned that.
I made a soft noise of protest, but Kieran curled his fingers against my stomach to stop me.
The touch was gentle and possessive. Seductive and commanding.
It made my belly flood with heat and my knees weaken.
“Don’t sit there,” Kieran warned in a low tone.
Beck stopped just before he sat down, his face burning red as he straightened with a painful slowness.
With a pleading look at me and a murderous glare at Kieran, he asked, “Where can I sit?”
Kieran’s hand slid to my waist to pull me toward the bed, out of Beck’s way, and nodded toward the chair in the corner of the room.
When Beck passed by, I heard him breathe, “Fuck you.”
Kieran nodded, taking the insult, but didn’t say a word. “What’s going on?”
Beck ran his hands over his beard a few times before he ground out, “Conor’s losing it. He’s scared. It’s wearing on him. We’ve gotta find the guy Mickey hired.”
“I’ve been looking.”
Beck flung his hand out to gesture to me. “Clearly not hard enough if you have time for this. My brother might die, and you’ve been here, fucking the girl I—” He curled his hand into a fist and blew out a rough breath.
Kieran simply repeated, “I’ve been looking.”
Beck laughed sadly. “How do I know that?”
Kieran looked at me for a few seconds, like he was deciding whether or not to say what he was thinking, then blew out a harsh breath. “The guy is a ghost. You know that. There’s never anyone with Mickey at the office in Raleigh. There’s never anyone with him here. I’ve gone through his computers and phone almost every day. I’ve found nothing.”
“Look harder.” Beck’s plea sounded like a mixture of a demand and a challenge. “I told you who to look for.”
“That was yesterday, I haven’t had time since then. If you’ve forgotten, I’m being watched. We all are.”
Beck cracked a cruel grin at Kieran’s reminder. “Hard to forget.”
“I can’t do much more when he knows nearly every move I make. Even with nothing on me, he’s still sure I’m the one who fed information to the Borellos.”
“You were,” Beck hissed, nearly launching from the chair. “We were. And we fucked up. Having everyone followed is a front. He’s already pinned us, he’s just waiting until he has his information. But he’s going to kill Conor either way if we don’t fucking do something.”
“There’s no information for him to get, Beck.”
“You sure about that?” he yelled. “If you would’ve been here instead of trying to keep your cover so damn bad, we would’ve finished things the way we were supposed to. We wouldn’t be going through this shit, and you wouldn’t have lost Lily to the fucking mafia.”
Kieran’s arms dropped to rest at his sides. His fingers were moving slowly, the way he usually rolled his blades between his fingers. I realized he was calming himself when his next words came out low and even, compared to Beck’s outraged tone. “I’m going to find him.”
