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“It’s the excess I have a problem with.”
I barely hold myself from rolling my eyes, and Finn scoffs, shaking his head.
“If I wanna fuck a different girl every day of the week, it has nothing to do with you, brother. Mind your own damn business.”
“You can do whatever you want with your sex life, I just… you seem to be going down the deep end.”
The man turns to me and steps so close, his body almost touches mine, a dark look on his face.
“Like I said, mind your own goddamn business.” He holds that stare for a moment longer, then turns and heads to the back rooms.
He’s giving me a fucking headache. Madds shrugs and leaves too, although he’s probably going to go deal with club business.
“Sometimes I wonder if he would go back to being the Finn I know if we would actually find Bartiste.” I say, without turning to Vin.
“I think we’ve all learned by now that vengeance doesn’t change the past. And considering that the guy you killed behind Midnight worked for Bartiste and was looking for him as well, it’s safe to say you may never find out if he’ll go back to who he was before.”
“Shit…”
“He’ll be fine, Ronan,” Vin says.
“Will he be? Because he’s skipped all fucking stages of grief after anger and dove headfirst into pussy. I can’t keep track anymore, but every time I see him out, he has a different woman on his arm. I don’t even know where he finds them.”
“Maybe it’s just how he copes.”
“Or how he buries his feelings,” I say, rubbing my temple.
“There’s nothing you can do either way. He’s a big boy, he’s gonna deal with heartbreak in his own way… He’ll learn eventually.”
I turn my head, looking into Vin’s black gaze.
“Did you learn?”
Those dark pits seem to swallow me as his eyes narrow into slits, The Serpent everyone else knows suddenly making an appearance before me.
“You thought Madds was the only one who knows about your girl?” I ask when he doesn’t respond, pushing away the uneasy feeling that gaze fills me with.
“She’s in the past,” he warns, his tone of voice a low rumble.
“Funny. Could have sworn I caught a glimpse of fiery red hair in some surveillance photos on your phone screen the other day.”
Oh, fuck.The look in his eyes turns murderous. Yet I can’t seem to stop myself.
“Only… you broke your own heart, didn’t you? It wasn’t Morri—”
“Careful now,” he interrupts. “I’m not your brother, Ronan, and I’ll have no issues slitting your throat so you can keephername off your lips.”
In the past, my ass.
I put my hands up in surrender, but he doesn’t miss the slight quirk of my lips.
“Come on. Let’s go upstairs and finalize tonight’s preparations.”
He holds that gaze on me even after I’ve turned around to head for the door. I can feel it on the back of my neck. It brings a full-blown smile to my face because I seem to have found the one thing that makes The Serpent twitch—his ownEve.
* * *
Today marks one of the last steps in our organization’s legacy. The space is booming with cheers and laughter, the ring is splattered with enough blood to paint a whole wall, and the money is rolling in better than we expected. The Fightclub will be a success; there’s no doubt about that anymore. Which means that I can move to the next phase of my plan without a guilty conscience. Well… at least with less of one.
