brothers hadn’t killed the gunmen who’d gone flying from the truck. No, they’d just hustled them to one of our warehouses in the chaos.
Death was a blessing. Especially considering Aidan Sr.’s rage. Aidan Jr. was going to have to walk with a cane for the rest of his goddamn life because of those cunts, and then, what with Aoife and the rest of the shit the Colombian bastards had pulled? They’d been the whipping boys for each and every temper tantrum Aidan had experienced these past couple of months.
“Well, we got as much information out of them as possible.”
It was amazing how much foot soldiers picked up on and were willing to share when a crazy motherfucker was their tormentor.
We’d managed to rat out at least five of their most recent hauls to the DEA, meaning their stock was perilously low, and now, after having learned the dumb bastards had most of their capital in a cryptocurrency they’d developed themselves, Conor had spent the past week hacking into it.
Aidan was going to go back to calling him boy genius again.
“We’re crawling out of this intact,” he stated down the line, his own satisfaction evident.
“Yeah.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Not long now until this shit is over, and those dogs are going to wish they’d never pissed in our path.”
I took comfort from that and together, we did what we did best, made money and laundered a fuck ton more.
***
Aoife
Six days later
The bed jostled and I stiffened as discomfort washed through me because I’d stupidly settled on my back. Then, I smelled him, and I released a deep sigh.
The tension that had prevented me from sleeping deeply dissipated as I turned on my side and pressed myself against him.
I was stiff and sore, but for the sixth night in a row, after a few weeks of sporadic appearances, Finn had returned to our room at the compound. Phone sex had worked for me, but either Mary-Ellen hadn’t tried it out on Stephen, or he’d not been interested as he hadn’t visited her.
Bastard.
We were silent as we arranged ourselves amid the sheets. He slipped one knee between mine while curling his foot beneath my ankle, and I threaded one of my hands around his arm.
The air that soughed from my lungs earlier matched his as he settled down. A peculiar kind of relief warmed me. Knowing where he was, knowing he was safe, it was enough.
“You okay?” I whispered.
I’d barely seen him since he’d brought me here, and to be honest, I was getting a bit cabin feverish. This need to be with him wasn’t dissipating. I hadn’t needed him this much before, but I hadn’t been shot outside a church before, had I?
I just… With Finn, I felt safe. Which, again, was stupid because my injuries had occurred while standing right beside my new husband.
Anxiety didn’t have to be rational. To be honest, I thought I was dealing with this pretty goddamn well. Jenny agreed too. She knew what was happening, knew I was on lockdown, and I knew she wanted to cheer me up, but I’d gone from being free to do whatever the hell I wanted, to literally being caged on a compound.
It might not have been so damn bad if I’d been able to move around with more ease.
Every day I rested, I grew stronger, but I was bored shitless and going to lose my mind if my body didn’t start healing faster.
The doctors said light activity for twelve weeks.
The prospect of ten days to go was hellish.
“Just tired.”
Finn’s abrupt answer startled me, I’d forgotten I’d asked the question and he’d taken so long to reply.
I could feel his hard-on pushing into my side and there was an answering ache in my core.
Fuck, I wanted him.
Before I’d been shot, I loved when he’d slip into bed while I slept, and he’d wake me up with his mouth or fingers somewhere on my body.
To say I sucked up courage for what I was about to do was an understatement.
Finn wanted me, I knew that. He was so hard, so close, so hot, that my body couldn’t fail to respond to the physiological changes in his. But he was also stubborn and mule-headed enough to refuse because the doctor had yet to sign off on any sexual activity.
This man was better than a chastity belt.
So, taking a huge risk, I reached between us and palmed his dick. He groaned and went to move back.