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My fiancé, who still wore a happy smile from earlier, drawled, “Why are you trying to ruin my day by suggesting I’m an idiot?”
I snorted. “I find it ironic that despite the shit they must collect on you, no one gets arrested. Ever. And none of the transcripts turn up in sting operations.”
“It’s easier now because I just scramble their devices. The only person who has the true transcript is me.”
“It’s hot how easy illegal stuff is for you.”
His lips quirked. “Feel free to give me another blow job.”
“Three in a day is excessive.”
“Excessive smexcessive. We have years to make up for.”
I snickered as we reached the doorway of the warehouse where three different guards patted us down and the fourth nodded at Conor before pointing us in the right direction.
“One guard for each faction?”
“Of course.”
“Before you made the ‘scrambler,’ what did you do?” I asked, curious. Having seen the worktable he had at the back of his office behind Japanese screens, I knew that was where he invented his ‘toys.’
Including, I thought with a small whisper of excitement, my long-awaited Christmas gift.
“It varied but I came up with the prototype early on,” he answered, unaware of where my thoughts had taken me. “Mostly I delayed the feed and would make sure that they got dead air if there was anything that incriminated the Five Points.”
“Not the other factions?”
His look said it all.
“How did they cope without you when you were a kid?” I muttered, shaking my head.
“They had a lot more men in jail,” he said simply. “You heard of the Old Wives’ Club?”
“Yeah?”
“We had a lot more deaths too. There are fewer ‘younger’ members of that club.”
When his jaw clenched at that, I touched his arm. “Is everything okay?”
“Unfinished business. Priestley O’Reilly is one of the newest members.”
“She’s…” I blinked. Slowly. “Callum O’Reilly was her husband. Anton told us that she was feeding information to Reinier.”
“He did.”
My brow puckered. “What are you going to do about her?”
“She has a kid, Star.”
“So?”
“Her husband’s dead. Because of us.”
“And I repeat, so? He was a traitor! You told me that he’s the reason Finn and Aoife’s wedding ended up like that dragon show you made me watch.” I clicked my fingers. “Game of Rings.”
“Game of Thrones,” he groaned, grabbing my hand and shoving it to my side. “How do you know so much shit but have zero pop culture references in your life unless I introduced it to you. And keep your voice down.”
“Conor, she betrayed you. Us.”
