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Me: You sure about that? Because it certainly looks that way.
Then I send her freeze frames from last night. Us kissing against the door, her hands tangled in my hair, hungry for everything I’m giving her. Me kneeling in front of her, stripping her pants off. Then to really make it clear that I own her, I send an audio clip I snipped earlier:Please. Please don’t fucking stop.
I don’t expect a response. Instead I look up at the window. When I see a face peek through the blinds, I wave with a charming smile just to piss her off.
Five minutes later, she’s crossing the street with a murderous look on her face. Her dark brown hair is hanging like curtains on either side of her face under a baseball cap. As she approaches, I pull out a chair for her, but she just brushes past me to the pub door. “Inside. Now.”
She may be stupid enough to move in across the street from me, but she isn’t stupid enough to sit outside in broad daylight with me. Nonetheless, I take my time putting out my cigarette and strolling over to the door, enjoying how she looks around flustered the longer I draw out the short walk.
“You’re gonna get me killed, asshole,” she whisper-yells when I finally let us in.
She badgers me with questions as I walk to the back bar.What do you want? Do you know how much I hate you? You think you can blackmail a Luciano?I ignore them all, only speaking once she sits down at a bar stool next to me.
“You look tired. Something keep you up last night?”
“Fuck you.” She spits and I get a swooping in my stomach when I catch a slight wobble in her voice.She brought this on herself. She did this to herself.I remind myself and shove any shred of sympathy deep down.
“Drink?” I stand up and circle the bar and pour myself a whiskey.
“What do you want, Finn?”You. Tied up. In my bed. Bent over this goddamn bar. Any which way, as long as my cock is deep inside you.
“What do you know about the cache?”
“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking?”
I set the glass on the counter with a thump and rest my elbows on the bar. “Answer another one of my questions with a question and—”
“And what, Finn?”She stands up, kicking away the stool. “Andwhat?You’ll chain me up? Beat me? You already fucking tried that.” Red blooms up her chest and into her cheeks.
My lip curls. “It worked, didn’t it? You’re here, aren’t you?” She huffs and crosses her arms, looking defiant and oh so fuckable.
“You’re here because you know just howinterestingyour father would find those photos. So, sit the fuck down before I make you.” She scowls but obeys. I step back and lean against the back bar, letting her stew uncomfortably in the silence until she answers my question.
“Not much. We know the rumors that everyone knows: that your family has a stash somewhere of all the stolen art, jewelry, gold, artifacts, et cetera, that you’ve acquired over the years. Your ‘hidden treasure.’” She rolls her eyes, but that is exactly what it is. It’s a trove of hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of stolen and legally obtained goods.
It’s our family’s safety net, four generations in the making. Bank assets can be seized or frozen. Hustles come and go and require exactly that: constant hustle to be profitable. One day, whether it be in a year or a hundred years, if we ever want to leave the game, we can.
“So that’s it? You’re starting a war—anotherwar—over some fucking rumors?”
“It wasn’t my idea.” She looks down and I can’t help myself. I close the gap between us and tip her chin back up with two fingers.
There’s a desperation in her deep, amber eyes, almost like an apology. My eyes shift down to her mouth and my jaw clenches with the urge to push my thumb inside her full, pink lips.
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” The question is out of my mouth before I can think to stop it.
She swats my hand away from her. “I’d bite your fucking lip off.”
I laugh, getting hard at the idea of her being rough back. “How do you plan on finding out more than just rumors?”
“Break into your brother’s apartment.” Her lips tip up into a smirk, “It’s your security headquarters after all.” I keep my expression exactly the same, seeing her statement for what it is: she’s fishing. She just doesn’t know how right she is. Inside Cash’s apartment is a double reinforced steel room called the Vault. It has every piece of data, security footage, and intel we’ve gathered over the years.
“Well, if breaking into the most secure place in this city is your big plan, then I’m not too concerned.” Her eyes flare as if she’s offended that I am unimpressed with the big reveal.
“We know how we’re going to do it.” She straightens on the stool and juts her chin out.
“Oh, really? Care to share, princess?” She bites her lip when I call her that and the small movement is like a live wire straight to my dick.
“Hmm.” She makes an exaggerated face like she’s pondering the question. “No, actually I won’t be sharing. Have a good day, Finneas.” She pushes off the stool.
