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“Your girlfriend is sneaky and mean,” he whines. My eyebrows shoot up as I blink at him. Fiona? Sneaky and mean aren’t exactly two words I’d use to describe her.
“How so?”
I wonder what the hell they fought about today.
“She made me clean my room,” Liam mumbles. “And the main bathroom.”
I manage not to snort, but it’s a close thing.
“And how’d she manage that then?” I really want to know, considering he’s a grown man.
“She threatened to ground me.”
I can’t stop the snort this time. Liam glowers over at me.
“Traitor,” he mumbles, which has me snorting again.
“Threatened togroundye?” I choke out as Liam nods stiffly. “Like ye’re a child?” I clarify, and Liam grunts. “How?”
“She said she’d tell you that she didn’t feel safe here at night when I leave. Then you wouldn’t let me leave, and I’d die from blue balls.”
I blink at him. I wouldn’t describe Fiona’s threat as sneaky or mean. Crafty. Fucking genius. Completely evil. Those are some words I’d use to describe it. Liam catches me grinning at him and flips me off.
“Whatever. I’m going to get my dick sucked.”
I wave him off. The second the door shuts behind him, I throw my head back and howl with laughter. Honestly, I’m surprised I don’t wake Fiona up.
When I head into the bedroom after finishing my dinner, she’s tucked up in bed, fast asleep, looking like an angel who wouldn’t dream of threatening anyone.
Chapter Twenty-Three
FIONA
It feels good to be out of the condo. After being cooped up there for almost two weeks, I’m ready to be anywhere else, even if it is back at the strip club.
Ronan brought me with him. I think he could tell I was going a bit stir-crazy. I’m not the only one. Niall hasn’t let Mellie out of their condo since Ronan told them Grant had been following me and probably knew I was friends with their wives.
Seamus moved Tiggy and Cillian into his father’s house. Sean Fitzpatrick is head of the Irish Mafia, so there’s no way Grant could touch them there.
Connor also moved Andie there when she was heavily pregnant, and hismammywent to stay with them too. Andie had a home birth. I have only seen pictures of Eoin, her adorable son, but she told me on the phone two days ago that she has threatened to go and find Grant herself if Connor doesn’t soon.
She can’t take another second of being locked up with a newborn and his mammy. The woman means well, but Andie’s about to do her bodily harm. Paddy and Lauren have been staying with Niall and Mellie since their building is almost as protected as ours.
“Hey, girl.” Shawna’s reflection beams back at me as I offer her a smile. “I sure miss you around here.”
She nods to the empty dressing table beside hers that used to be mine. No one is using it at the moment.
“Oh, here. This is for you.”
Shawna digs into her lockbox and pulls out a white envelope withFiona Clathamstamped on the front of it, staring as my eyes widen, and I backpedal to hurry out of there.
“Hey, slow down there, Fi,” Connor smiles easily as he catches me when I run headfirst into him.
“It’s Shawna.” I blink at him as Connor frowns at me uncomprehendingly. “Shawna has been bringing in Grant’s envelopes. She has another one now.”
The blank look disappears off his face, and he shoves around me.
“Go and lock yourself in Ronan’s office. And stay there,” he tells me, moving into the dressing room.
