AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Finn says Dagda’s awake.”
Moving the pillow off my shoulder, I squinted at him as I yawned. “Talking? Or just awake?”
“Finn knows what your intentions are. He wouldn’t have texted me with the update otherwise.”
Rubbing my hands over my face, I mumbled, “Did you catch any sleep?”
“Some. Worked on securing the gun permit for Liam. Did you manage to put any pressure on the Rabid Wolves before you crashed?”
That was when I remembered where I was—one of Conor’s desks. Well, my desk now.
That was why my back hurt like fuck, and he must have been the reason for the pillow.
Stretching my arms wide open, I wriggled to right some of the cricks in my spine, mumbling, “I asked Nyx for any recent intel and informed the Canada Revenue Agency that they hadn’t been declaring all their income on one of their more popular bars.”
He chuckled. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
I winked at him. “I’ll do worse to you if you did. That’s the cost of being loved by me.”
“Hey, that’s not fair,” he argued.
“It’s plenty fair. I love you, ergo you have the power to hurt me more.”
“True.” His nose crinkled. “Okay, Dagda. We going?”
“What time’s our flight?”
“We still have four hours before we need to be at the private airfield.”
“Oh, plenty of time then.” I yawned again then stretched some.
“You’re not as eager as I thought you’d be to meet him. Haven’t you been waiting for this for years?”
I shrugged. “I’m not the same woman as back then.”
“Why? Because you’re still pissed at your mom?”
“That plays a part in it, but not all. I’m just… different.”
He made no comment other than to dip down and pull out an energy drink from the fridge he kept under my desk.
Frowning at the sight, I drawled, “That won’t make up for good sleep.”
“Like you can judge,” he teased as he tossed me a can too.
I settled it on the desk. “I sleep some. That’s more than you. You do too much, Conor. I did half of what I had to do tonight because of you. So thank you for that.”
His yawn cracked his jaw. “Come on, let’s get this shit with Dagda over with.”
I took the can with me as we headed downstairs and opened the tab when I thought it wouldn’t blow up in my face.
Conor set the GPS to our location and I jumped behind the wheel of a more fitting Mob ride—an SUV tank that would have served us well in the sandbox.
Thanks to it being four in the morning, traffic was quieter than usual. We got to the building in short order and there was a Pointer waiting to get behind the wheel so he could park it for us.
Oddly enough, the building was in the center of the city, not on the outskirts, and it appeared to be a now-defunct mall.
We were quiet as we headed inside, and I grimaced at the black-site hospital which was located next to a water feature and between two non-functioning escalators.
