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“Here’s a clean t-shirt, Red,” Mikey says as he tosses one of his from the other side of the room.
“Thank you.” She reaches out and catches it, placing it on the bed as she strips off the rest of her clothes. I have to avert my eyes from her incredible curves because my cock is already twitching. When she’s ready, I lift the covers again, and she climbs into bed. She looks so vulnerable and fragile lying there in Mikey’s t-shirt that dwarfs her frame, her eyes red and her cheek smeared with dried blood from the cut there. But I know she is neither of those things. She is a fucking warrior princess. Rightful head of the Bratva, and she would be a fucking good one too, but she walked away from it all to be a Ryan.
“Try to get some sleep, Angel. Mikey will stay here with you both.”
“I’m just going to take a shower. But I’m right here if you need me, Red,” he replies as he saunters to the bathroom.
“And what about you?” she asks as she stares up at me with those incredible blue eyes.
“I have some things I need to take care of. I’ll be back later. Promise,” I say before leaning down to give her a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck as she kisses me back with so much need that I have to force myself not to climb on top of her and fuck her while my little brother lies two feet away in an opiate induced coma. I pull back from her with a groan. “Sleep. Now,” I order and she gives me one of her incredible smiles before rolling onto her side and resting her hand lightly on Liam’s.
After leaving the twins' bedroom, I go to find Shane. It’s no surprise he’s in his office, his head bent over his computer and a scowl on his face.
“Everything okay?” I ask when I step inside.
“Yeah,” he snaps, not even bothering to look up at me.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?" I say as I walk into the room and sit on the edge of his desk. “Cause it kind of seems like you’re super pissed.”
“I’m just busy. And tired.” He looks up at me. “I’ve booked a plane to Chicago in the morning. I’m leaving first thing.”
“Chicago? Why?” I frown at him.
“We just took out the head of the Bratva, Con. That will have consequences. I’ll need to smooth a few things over, is all.”
“You need me to come with you?”
“No,” he shakes his head. “It’s not that kind of business. It’s our legitimate associations I’m worried about.”
“Okay,” I nod.
“Besides, I’ll be gone for at least a week. I need you to take care of things here while I’m gone.”
“A week? Fuck, Shane! Do you really need to be away that long?”
He glares at me. “You just took two months off chasing Jessie across the country, but I can’t take a week to handle some business?” he snarls.
I hold my hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean it like that. We’ll miss you, is all. But what the fuck has crawled up your ass?”
He turns away and puts his head in his hands, and I realize exactly what this is about.
“What happened between you two? I thought she’d be with you right now?”
“Yeah? Well, so did I.”
“What? She turned you down? Jessie?”
He looks up at me. “Is that so hard to believe? That she is the one who is pushing me away and not the other way around.”
“Yeah,” I say with a frown. “Because that girl fucking adores you, Shane. So, what did you do?”
“Just forget it, Con. Jessie and I are done. We’ll never be what you want us to be so, for the love of God, will you stop pushing me about it?” he snaps.
I resist the urge to ask him any more questions because it will only piss him off more. “You need me to do anything right now?” I ask instead.
