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“That’s it, lass.”
Lauren comes with a breathy moan, her mouth falling open. I cover it with my own, my tongue delving into her mouth as I growl out my own release.
Too soon, I unhook her legs from my waist, setting her down. Fuck. I hate walking away from her. Now I understand why Seamus wanted to stay holed up with Tiggy after getting her out of that fucking warehouse. I was a cunt to him about it at the time, but I get it now.
“Don’t wait up for me,mo chroí,” I murmur into her hair as she slides back down the wall, her legs slightly unsteady from the force of her orgasm. “Is breá liom tú, lass.” I graze my thumb along her lower lip and stare into her eyes. “I love ye.”
“I love you too, Paddy,” she whispers, kissing the tip of my thumb. Groaning, I pull my hand away.
Lauren’s huge eyes watch me stride into the kitchen, smacking Connor upside the head as I jerk my chin to Niall. He sets down his mug, nodding to Connor as we leave.
“Have fun,” Connor calls after us. I flip him off, but Niall smirks, a glint in his eyes. Jesus fuck, the Reaper is chilling when he wants to be. I’m almost convinced he gets off on this shit.
I climb into his SUV, staring out the windshield as he drives us to the location, selecting an optimal parking space. For all the fucked up shite he does, Niall certainly seems to have the luck of the Irish on his side. Of all the parking spaces available, the one he gets is perfect for scoping out the mark. Maybe he is doing God’s work.
Niall parks the SUV and gets comfortable, his eyes locked across the road at the stoop of the old brick-fronted building.
“Ye’re very free with yer affection for the lass, Paddy,” he observes without looking at me. I turn my gaze to the stoop also.
“And so I am, Niall,” I agree, shrugging. “I love her. I know it.Sheknows it. Why would I hide it?”
He nods, brushing his thumb against the steering wheel. “How d’ye know it?”
I blink in surprise, my mouth popping open slightly. This has to be the most surreal moment of my life. I’m staking out a building, watching for a mark, waiting with the fucking Irish Reaper so he can carry out a hit, and the sociopathic fucker is asking me how I know I love my woman.
“I just do,” I splutter, staring even harder at the stoop, practically willing the mark to appear so that this conversation will be fuckingover. “It’s just a feeling you fucking have.”
“Aye, but….” He shrugs, digging his thumbnail into the leather stitching of the wheel. “How d’ye know that’s what the feeling is?”
I blow out a breath and run my hand through my hair in frustration. I think I’d rather take another forced beating in the fucking ring rather than have this conversation.
“D’ye want to do things for her?” I grit out through clenched teeth. “Like, things you wouldn’t do in a million years otherwise?”
“Like take a dive in a fight?”
Bastard. I flip him off. “Yeah, like that, I suppose.”
Niall nods, seemingly lost in thought.
“How’d ye make her love ye back then?” Niall asks right as I’m congratulating myself on this conversation being over. Jesus fuck.
“I don’t fucking know, Niall,” I sigh. “She said she didn’t mean to, so I guess I did it accidentally.” I’m about to change the subject when something occurs to me. “Is this about your little bartender?”
A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth. Niall grunts, shrugging and gripping the steering wheel tightly. I’d bet a fucking mint it is.
“Did you tell her how youfeel?” I smirk, teasing him. He flips me off without looking at me.
“Ye done yet?” he grunts, glowering across at the stoop like it fucked his mammy or something.
“Have you tried cuddling?” I ask innocently.
“Feck off, Paddy,” he snaps in a chillingly cold voice that says he will rip my face off and fucking enjoy it.
I nod. “Yep.”
He growls, falling silent, staring at the stoop. Thank fuck that’s over.
Chapter Twenty-One
