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“What the fuck are you doing, Maddox?” I say through gritted teeth and squeezing his fingers between my own, but there’s no time to reply as we come to a stop in front of the guy, who I now recognise as the guy from the pictures Noah showed me the other day.
“Lawler. No Zak tonight, but I see you brought something much more interesting,” he says in a lilting Irish brogue. His eyes glide over my body, making my skin crawl with the way he licks his lips, and his eyes light with something dark.
“Aiden, this is Roxanne,” Maddox introduces me, pulling me closer to his body.
“Well, well, would you look at that. Who’d a thought that little Detective Sergeant Whitmore would switch sides and become a Lawler whore. Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.” He reaches out to me, and I feel Maddox tense beside me, but before his fingertips can touch my face, I turn away, stepping back out of reach.
“Don’t touch what you can’t afford?” I tell him, and Maddox tenses again.
“Oh, I’m sure I can afford a used up old whore cop. What say you, Lawler? Be sure to pass her over when you’re done with her, and I’ll show her exactly what money can buy you.”
“Sorry, Aiden, was it?” he nods, a confused frown creasing his brow. “That’s a good Irish name, and for most, I’m sure they fall at your feet with your Irish brogue to match, but not me I’m afraid. From the moment you opened your mouth, my pussy clamped shut so tight you’d find it easier to thread cotton through the eye of a needle. Go find yourself another whore ‘cause you’re shit out of luck with this one.” I see the hit coming and duck, but I needn’t have bothered. When I stand up again, Maddox has Aiden’s fist in his hand, shoving it back at him.
“I’m here for business, and my whore is not on the docket,” Maddox snarls, and Aiden’s eyes narrow before falling to me, his lip curling up in a nasty sneer. “Let’s go, Kavanagh, before I change my mind.”
Aiden goes first, walking toward the warehouse, but before I can take a step, Maddox grips me hard around the waist, pinning me to his chest with his other hand on my throat.
“I fucking told you to keep your mouth shut.” His lips meet mine in a quick but fierce kiss, his hold on my throat tightening a fraction, then as if nothing happened, he releases me, grabs my hand again and begins walking to the warehouse where Aiden disappeared.
I have to skip a little to keep up with his long-arse strides. “You kiss all yourwhoreslike that?” I try to hide my bitterness at the idea Maddox has a lot of whores, but I fail.
“No, Roxy, just the ones who can’t keep their mouths shut and do as they’re told.” He pauses, and I think he’s done. “I usually have them on their knees and choking on my dick no matter where we are, but there’s no way in hell Kavanagh is going to see you on your knees. Because when it happens, the only person watching you swallow my cock, will be me.”
My breath catches in my throat at the same time I miss a step and almost face plant the ground. Maddox’s grip holds me on my feet, and I hear his deep chuckle as we enter the warehouse.
ChapterSixteen
Maddox
Iknew she’d never be able to keep her mouth shut, and it turns me the fuck on listening to her busting Aiden’s balls, evidenced by the raging hard on I’m now sporting. Who the fuck am I trying to kid? It’s been like a fucking steel rod since I caught her and Zak, but now really isn’t the fucking time. Guess that’s my own fault for dragging her along with no clue as to what we’re doing, where we were going and who we were meeting with.
I wasn’t joking about having her on her knees choking on my cock, but for now, kissing her seems to have shut her up. Temporarily.
When she sees what’s in the warehouse, kissing her won’t do shit to stop the fury coming my way. I just hope she’s smart enough to save it till we are somewhere there aren’t a dozen eyes and ears and the second in command of the biggest Irish crime family within hearing distance.
As we step inside the warehouse, an icy wind whips around my legs through the open double doors, and I feel Roxanne shiver next to me. I watch as she uses her free hand to pull the sides of her open jacket closer together, trying to keep the chill out.
Roxanne’s eyes scan the inside of the warehouse, taking in every little detail like I knew she would. She doesn’t miss shit. Her reputation is—was—solid and practically unrivalled on the streets of London. The fact it’s marred by her little stunt is a blessing and a damn curse.
My thoughts are cut off as we round the corner and are met by half a dozen of Kavanagh’s men all armed and standing guard over the shipment I’m here to purchase.
“Don’t mind them,” Kavanagh says, turning to face us as we come to a stop in front of a lone crate.
He gives a nod to one of his men, who steps forward to open the crate. I step forward to take a look.
“I’ve no doubt this will be above and beyond the usual shit you peddle. It’s top-notch Columbian cocaine. Pure, not cut with anything else and will blow your fucking mind. You’ll party and fuck all night long once it hits your brain.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes flick to Roxanne when he says it. Neither does she but wisely keeps her mouth shut whilst digging her fingernails into the soft flesh of my hand where it grips hers.
Another guy steps forward, this one a mean motherfucker with a shaved head and a scar that runs the length of one side of his face from temple to chin. His eyes run the length of Roxanne, and he smiles, displaying a mouthful of gold teeth.
I know who he is, Paddy Nolan, aka Knasher. The nickname doesn’t require any explanation, especially not when you know his reputation. Known for his brutal underground bare-knuckle fighting, often to the death, the gold teeth are replacements for every tooth he’s lost during a fight, but he also makes Mike Tyson’s nibble of Evander Holyfield’s ear look like bedroom foreplay.
He carries a small tray with a tiny metal pipe and pre-cut lines of coke, placing it on top of another crate beside Kavanagh.
“Come and give your goods a try, Lawler. Or maybe your whore can try some and show us all a good time. Ain’t nothing like the buzz of fucking while high, not unless you throw in satisfying your blood lust too. Hell, you could even do it at the same time.” He lets out a maniacal laugh, and I don’t doubt he’s talking from experience given his dilated pupils and the look of glee on his face. Crazy motherfucker.
He turns and picks up the small pipe, holding it out to me and raising his brows in invitation. Knowing this is going to cause fucking hell with Roxanne but having no other choice, I take a step forward. My grip tightens even more on her hand, and I feel an initial tug of resistance before she follows behind me.
