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“You’re making me blush.”
“I’ll make other parts bright red later on,” I promised with a laugh, “but you call the team together to prepare for what’s heading your way.”
“I already had three openings—”
Smirking, I murmured, “I know.”
She was silent a second, then she laughed. “Finn!”
“What?!”
“You know what I mean. I needed to hire three people before this… do you think I’ll need to hire more staff?”
“Definitely.”
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Wow,” I murmured back, grinning like a fool for her. “You going to go, sweetheart?”
“Yeah. I just… I’m basking.”
“Well, bask away, babe. You deserve this. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Oh, Finn, thank you.”
“I didn’t do dick. You did it all. You. Well done, sweetheart. Well fucking done.”
When she sniffled, I knew what was happening, and though I wanted to hug her and kiss her, I knew—even if she didn’t—that she’d have to work fast. The world was instant now. Once news spread…
I checked the blogger’s Instagram. “Baby, you need to get talking to the bakery. Trust me. She shared it on IG too. I just checked. It’s a video and she’s already had three hundred thousand views.”
Aoife squeaked then squawked, “Holy shit! Okay, love you, bye, love you, speak later, love you.”
She said all that in a blur and I laughed as I barely managed to return the words before she cut the line.
I let her joy filter through me, let her success wash over me, and I reveled in it for a while.
It felt good.
So good.
That was what I wanted for Jake. Success—but earnestly achieved.
I cast a glance at the warehouse that was Declan’s home away from home and a lead balloon settled in the pit of my stomach.
Knowing that I couldn’t hang around here all day, I climbed out of my car, feeling oddly punch drunk, enough that I didn’t even mutter any orders to Sam before I slammed the door closed.
I felt the flicker of attention from the assigned guards as they took note of my passage across the forecourt, and one opened the door for me as I approached the entryway.
A couple minutes later and I was stalking into the warehouse that was Declan’s piece of poisoned paradise.
I was one of the lucky ones. My slice of hell was in a skyscraper, behind a desk as I steered the legitimate front of the Five Points, Acuig Corp., into a billion-dollar business.
Declan and Brennan weren’t so fortunate.
Brennan’s second home was in the Hole, a place aptly named because some parts of the city in that area weren’t even served with water, never mind being a part of a police beat.
Declan’s was in a warehouse where we stored a lot of our guns, ammo, and some of our drug stock.
