Blow - Kim Karr Page 0,66
on the plate, then grabbed a fry. “Your turn.”
She pinched a fry and dipped it in the ketchup. She seemed calmer, more relaxed, and I was glad. “Can I ask you something?” she said after a few bites of the burger.
I leaned back on the couch and saw her eyes travel the length of me. My blood started pumping again. “Yeah, sure.” I shifted in my seat.
After chewing, she asked, “Are you related to Killian McPherson?”
I should have hesitated. I should have hated dirtying her with the knowledge. But I didn’t. It was a gateway into what I had to tell her anyway. And hopefully, once she knew, it would make her want to avoid any sexual involvement with me. She needed to stay close to me, though, until I knew she would be safe. I dropped my head but raised my eyes. “Yeah, he’s my grandfather.”
Stunned, she set the plate down. “Logan, are you in the Mafia?”
That was direct.
My head snapped up. “Fuck no.”
She didn’t look convinced.
Somehow, I found myself leaning toward her. It was like I was a magnet, drawn to her, no matter how much distance I put between us. “First of the all, the Mafia is Italian. The Mob is Irish. Not that it matters. But anyway, my grandfather and my father worked really hard to make sure I kept my distance. I’m not a part of that organization. And my father is just what I told you, Patrick’s legal counsel. Nothing more.”
She pulled the towel filled with ice from behind her back. The cubes started falling out. “Then why were you with him last night?”
I took the towel from her and scooped the cubes up. “Here, let me fix it.”
She shook her head. “It’s fine.” She was staring at me, waiting for me to explain.
There was no denying the way we’d crossed paths. “Things have changed recently for my old man, and I’ve been going with him on ‘calls’ whenever I can.” I tried to tell her as much as I could without telling her more than she needed to know.
She rubbed her fingers around her eyes. “Look, Logan, I already know my sister must have been involved with something really bad or Michael wouldn’t be jumping through hoops to try to fix it. And by doing so, I can only guess that now Michael is involved in something equally as dangerous. The question is, should I be worried for myself and Clementine?”
The towel was dripping on my pants, so I set it in on the table, and then I stupidly moved closer. “I’m not going to lie to you or try to make you feel better. I’m going to be honest. Yes, you should.”
“Now you’re really scaring me.”
“I don’t want to, but you need to understand how dangerous this situation is. What do you know about the drug ring?”
She pulled her legs up. “Nothing. I don’t know anything.”
My eyes met hers. Was she lying? I had no idea, but I chose to believe her and tell her what I could. “Patrick Flannigan, the guy who runs the organization my father works for, is the one that told my pop to pay O’Shea a visit. It was a warning, not a social call. Patrick is a dangerous man and his son, even more so. O’Shea might not realize it, but he is in over his head. You have to believe me about this, Elle.”
She sat still, as if absorbing my every word.
“What’s he doing? What’s his plan?”
My question jarred her. She twitched a bit and then reached for a bottle of water. “I don’t know.”
I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I don’t. He doesn’t tell me anything.”
That only made the guy a bigger ass in my eyes. I took a deep breath. “Any chance you can take Clementine and get out of town for a week or so?”
She took a swallow of water and seemed to move subconsciously closer to me.
My body reacted to her close proximity. My eyes were focused on her. I couldn’t help but watch the path that the liquid took as it moved down her throat. Every minute I spent with her, I found myself wanting her more and more.
I couldn’t stop it.
I wanted to ease her pain.
But it was my cock that was really feeling the pain of it. It was rock hard. And tough shit, there was no relief coming anytime soon.
It took her a second, but she looked at me and I cleared my lustful thoughts. “No, I can’t.