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“You don’t let the devil in the door, Con.”
Finn’s version of “cleaning up” is the kind that ends lives and erases the mess without a trace. Me? I’m the brutal kind. Smash the skull, leave the body. Let people remember.
Name drop my brother. Instant access.
I pull into the parking lot and spot her Shelby. My cock twitches. Not sure if it’s her or the damn car—or the image of her behind the wheel, legs spread, eyes wild.
I’m not here for Pilates. I’m here to see her. To make sure she’s safe. And if I get to watch her ass wiggle in those tight workout leggings? Well, that’s just a bonus.
Did I just claim him in front of a room full of women by full-on ass-grabbing my not-even-boyfriend? Yes. Yes, I fucking did. Maybe I should try therapy instead of group fitness next time.
Pity. I quite liked her. Now I want to claw her eyes out.
“I thought bossy Hallie was my favorite. But jealous Hallie, claiming me in front of a group of women? That takes the prize.”
“I was helping you,” I whisper. “Yeah. Helping me not get laid? Gee. What a good friend you are.”
I wiggle my ass in the air. “Stop. It. Or I can’t be held accountable for my actions in here. Is exhibitionism your thing?”
“Try again. The truth this time. I want full name, address, occupation, and fuck, blood type even. They aren’t getting away with this.”
“Right. Thanks for that. Did you train to become a shrink recently, Rowan?” “Nah. I just know psychos. You kinda have to when your fucking twin is one.”
“So. Mechanic by day, fighter by night? What else don’t I know about you?” Everything. That I’m born into a mafia family. That I’ve killed for sport and family. That I ran an underground ring before I was legal. That I live in a repurposed chocolate factory with a secret sex club hidden inside. That I want to bend her over the hood and make her scream my name.
“What’s in here?” “Bodies.” “Ha-ha.” “A bedroom.”
“The hunt hasn’t even begun, baby.” I press my nose to hers. She has no idea. The thrill of the chase is my fucking religion.
Soon. She’ll run. And I’ll catch her. But right now? Right now, I just need her safe.
“I gotta go take care of your problem now. Want me to follow you home first?” I press my hands on his chest. “What exactly are you going to do to him?” A darkness flashes across his eyes. It doesn’t scare me, though. “Depends how he reacts, Hallie. But he won’t ever bother you again once I’m done. That a good enough answer?”
I didn’t even realize I needed someone to catch me when I was falling.
“What’re the chances you can bring someone back to life? I wanna kill him again. Think I rushed it.” Finn chuckles. It cools my rage. “I’m a doctor, not a fucking necromancer. Are you sure he’s dead?”
“Saving lives is more important than taking them, Dr. Quinn?”
My kinks aren’t for everyone. My anger isn’t either. But I’d never fucking hurt her.
“No more ghosts coming out of the closet.” I frown. More ghosts? Fuck, I have a graveyard full. Many ready to show up.
“Drago, can you dig on him? See his movements?” “Sure. Send info, I’ll dust off my hacking manual.”
“You think I missed the half-million dollar McLaren at my work that belongs to you? Dumbass.”
He stands, rounds the table, and smacks my head. I grab his wrist and squeeze. “You can’t work if I smash your hand to pieces.”
“I said watch out for her, not fa...
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We lock eyes, and he glares, then switches to a smile for his patient. Fucking psycho.
“Unless you want me to schedule you for heart surgery. I don’t wanna see you in my hospital again.”
“Take your trousers off, Mr. Quinn,” she demands. I bite on my lip, my dick starting to twitch in my boxers. “You haven’t even asked what’s wrong with me? You wanna see the goods?”
“I assumed you’ve lost your balls, sir. That’s what you want me to look at?”
“My balls are perfectly fine, trouble.” She shakes her head. “They can’t be. Because if they were there, you’d have asked me on a date by now, rather than following me around and faking medical issues to see me.”
Her plump lips open, and she stands, taking a step towards me. “It’s clean.” Yeah. I should know; I did it myself.
“So when?” I glance down at her gripping onto the side. “We will figure it out, I guess. Keep chasing and see what happens.” I pull away and nod. “Whatever you want, trouble.”
No. I’ll be good. For now. I just don’t know how much longer I can behave around her. I have to figure out what she wants. But by the way she’s biting her lip and blushing, I’d say it’s the same as what I need.
“Don’t cut yourself just to see me again, Mr. Quinn. Otherwise I’ll send you to psychiatric.” I erupt into laughter. “No shrink wants to see inside my head, baby. Trust me.”
“Let me guess—Conan?” “Yeah,” he huffs. “He’s at my workplace far too much, Hallie.” “I can’t stop him.” “Oh, I know. Once he sets his sights on something, you’re screwed.”
“Want to just sync our calendars up?” “Pfft. You think I’m organized enough to have a calendar? I just go with the flow and hope for the best.”
go into surgery now. I’ll speak to you later.” “Surgery?” There is panic in his voice. “I’m assisting your brother. Don’t panic.” “Oh, shit. Yeah. My bad. You got me there.”
“Break a leg.” “I’ll really try not to break the patient’s leg, seeing as we work on hearts.”
“Get up, fuck face, Declan’s got a surprise for you,” Finn shouts as he tosses a t-shirt at my head. I groan as I roll over and find him at my door. “It’s seven in the morning. What could he possibly need this early?”
“I can’t stitch that back on. Neither can Hallie,” Finn replies with a straight face. Great.
What a dream. Wait. Am I fangirling my idol?
How didn’t I realize? I was probably too busy trying not to get shot in Russia.
“I disagree. I’ve never had any complaints about being too large, Grayson,” I say back. That earns a chuckle from Keller. “You and Keller wanna compare dick sizes after?” Jax taunts.
Is it weird that I’m excited for Keller ‘The Killer’ Russo to right hook me?
“I wanna cage fight, this shit is fun.” “Now you get it,” I tell him.
“Another fighter lost to a woman, ey?” Grayson asks. “Maybe. I kind of hope so.” Jax taps me on the shoulder. “It’s the best loss you’ll ever have.”
I tried the corners over and over last night. Some are so tight, they almost bite back.
“If you stole that, return it before you end up dead, Hallie,”
“Damn. How many dicks you gotta suck to earn one of these?” a sleazy, tatted guy asks. “Just the one.”
