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Chapter 6

Cahill

I leave Sophie in her room and go in search of Ruairi. He is in his room on the laptop, typing away. I grab myself another whiskey and sit across from him.

“Pretty little thing you got there. Her friend is loads of fun too.” He winks over at me. Ruairi can have any woman he wants, that has never been an issue for him.

“Do I want to know what you got up to with her friend, Lauren?”

“Not really, man. She is good. I might have to call back to her place to keep her company if you keep Soph.” He laughs. Wow she must be good if Ruairi is talking about going back. She must be magic.

“I heard what Sophie did to Jonathon. Liam hasn’t shut up about it. I think Liam has a hard on for her because she’s feisty and funny.”

My glare must say it all because he follows with, “He won't do anything, mate, and you know it.”

I don’t want anyone to taint my doll. If anyone is going to, it will be me, and only me.

“Do we have any word if the Italians saw her at the warehouse? I just need to make sure no one is looking for her. She is innocent, but you know the Italians won't care and will just kill her, and that’s if they’re feeling nice, if not they will try to trade her off. We all know they have their fingers in the sex trafficking, even if they don’t admit it.” Ruairi is still typing away, but I know he agrees with me.

“I have my ears to the ground, and I am trying my hardest, but I haven’t heard anything, yet. Can you keep her this weekend and give me a little time to try to work out if there is anything?”

Oh, I know Sophie will be here all weekend. I will keep her here. My chef, Jones, does more than cook, so he will help keep an eye on her too. Besides, I want her working on my restaurants to drive in more customers, I think she can help. She is good with social media. I nod to Ruairi as I get up to leave.

“Anything else to report?”

“We got some repayments in, and the casino was busy today, packed tonight. Got extra security sorted for next month’s poker night. Shipments came in, checked, and went out smoothly. Just how we like it. Get some rest.”

I head to my room. These operations don’t always run so smoothly. We have come a long way since my father was in charge. He got it into shape, and I finalized it. I am the one rubbing hands with the politicians and keeping the Garda pockets lined. I’m trying to keep the small gangs off the streets, while trying to keep the death toll down as much as I can, but that doesn’t always happen in this world.

People always want more, and greed can get you into trouble. Gambling is where I make most of my money, then the drug trade. I spend most of my money on firearms. They are easy to bring in from America. I sell plenty of them to the North paramilitary groups, well, there is only one that will deal with us. The other group gets theirs from England. Suits me fine. I don’t know what their problem with me is. I wasn’t the one that stole land and hoped people would be grand with it. I try not to get involved in that, I have enough to deal with between the Italians and Russians.

As soon as I get in my room I head to the shower.

All I can think about is Sophie, and how she tasted on my lips. I grab my phone to check on her. All the rooms have cameras in them except Ruairi’s and mine. I don’t look at my staff’s rooms, but they are there in case I ever needed them. I bring up the cameras in Sophie’s room and see her fast asleep with one leg out of the cover. She is wearing shorts, with her glorious leg on show. I would love to touch them. I can still taste her, sweet like honey with a little bit of spice. Gorgeous. It’s my new favourite flavour.

As I think about her my cock grows harder, like steel. Honestly, it’s the hardest it’s been in years. After I turn on the shower I step inside the stall. I have my hand on my cock, gripping it tight. I move my hand slowly up and down while I imagine Sophie is on her knees under the running water, looking up at me with her mouth wide open, letting me pump my cock in and out of her mouth. She would be swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, taking as much as she can, gagging on me. I would love to see tears in her eyes trying so hard to take me like the good girl she is. I keep pumping my hand faster and harder, and I can feel tingles from my balls up my spine. I am about to cum in my shower and I can’t stop it, I need to.

So hard, I grunt out, gasping for air. I haven’t come this hard since I was a teenager and learning how to control myself around women. I feel embarrassed, but also very relaxed. I dry off and head to bed. Boxers for me, no t-shirt, I am always too warm.

I wake up at half past five in the morning, like I usually do, and head to the gym I have down in the basement. I meet Ruairi there. We usually do our warm-up exercises, run, do weights, some core work, and then we spar with each other. We know each other so well that we set ourselves challenges. Today our goal is to get the other to the floor at least five times. The winner gets a Ferrari paid for by the loser in any colour and model of their choice.

That is how I have got most of my cars, and Ruairi too. And watches. Ruairi asked for a private jet so he could travel and sample new dishes, his code for women. He thinks I don’t know when he brings a French woman home to fuck her for the weekend, and then flies her back. Stupid boy.

Neither of us go down easy and we both fight hard and dirty. We need to in our world. It’s the only way to survive. After we get to four each, we are both wrecked. We’ve been doing this for over an hour and we need to get ready for work. This also happens often, so we call it a draw and leave.

We both head upstairs to get ready. When we enter the main level of the house I hear singing, loud singing. I don’t know the song, but it sounds a lot about sex. I look at Ruairi. It’s not our cleaner Maria, she is a lot older and shy. We head toward the noise, and we see Sophie in the kitchen dancing about in her too short pyjama shorts with candy hearts over them. Shaking her little tushy like no one is watching. Ruairi digs me in the side and a low whoosh comes out. I know he is enjoying the show, just like me. I hope I don’t have a tent in my shorts. I can feel myself getting harder. She is amazing. Looking so carefree, like she has no worries. I love her singing.

“—eek!” She cuts off and spins in her socks, squealing when she spots us. Ruairi being the dick he is smiles at her so wide.

“Good morning, Sophie. Sleep well?” I ask, tryingnotto be a dick.

“How long have you both been standing there?” She blushes. I’m not sure if she is angry or not.

“Twenty seconds, I think. Not long at all. You have a lovely voice. What was that song you were singing?” I reply, smiling.

“Chase Rice, it’s called “Ride.” Would you both like pancakes?” She made us both pancakes. Where is Jones? My face must give it away. “Mr. Jones offered to cook but I enjoy cooking. I thought it would be a nice way to repay you for a lovely night, also with the hope it might sweeten you into letting me go home today?” she says with the sweetest smile ever.

“Pancakes, yes. As to you going home, no. I told you, Sophie, you are here until I say so. Don’t push it, doll.” I know my eyes have turned a darker blue.

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