Bad Blood (Bad Boys of Boston - The Irish Book 2) by K.S. Ellis

Author:K.S. Ellis [Ellis, K.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2022-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

PADDY

It’s silent in the SUV as Connor drives us back to the city. Seamus insisted I sit in the backseat with him. He’s staring out the window until I finally speak up.

“Whatever the Italians want done, I’ll be doing it, Fitzy,” I assure him. He turns to face me, studying my face intently.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, Paddy,” he replies at last. “And it’ll be a group decision.”

“Like fuck it will,” I snap. “Lauren’s going nowhere. Least of all to the Italians.”

“That’s not what I meant, Paddy,” Seamus says easily. “I meant, the best man for the job will be the one doing it. Whatever the job may be.”

Connor is nodding in agreement from the front seat. “She’s your woman, Paddy. We’ll do whatever it takes.”

I blink in surprise, and Seamus looks at my face and laughs.

“I should have picked it the second you turned down pussy after the fight,” he snorts. “It looks like she’s got you monogamous.”

I bristle at his implication. “I’ll fuck whoever I want to fuck. No woman is going to stop that.”

I shrug, and Connor chuckles, but Seamus grins like a fucking Cheshire cat.

“And so you will, Paddy,” he agrees with me easily. “And I suppose it just so happens the only woman you’ve wanted to fuck recently has been the Carmichael lass.”

I ignore his smug as shite face, staring out the window. Asshole.

“You can drop me home on the way to the club, Connor.”

Seamus’s face is reflected in the window, wearing a shit-eating grin. I flip him off over my shoulder.

As we pull into the parking lot beside Oracle, it becomes obvious Connor has ignored my request. I shoot him a glare, but he shrugs, smirking at me.

“You wanted to go home to stick your dick in the Carmichael lass. Since she’s here, I figured I’d take you direct to the source.”

What the fuck is he talking about? My eyes narrow dangerously at him.

“What d’you mean, she’s here?” I snap at him. Looking intrigued, Seamus pulls out his phone, snorting with laughter at whatever he sees there.

“Oh, this I have to see,” he mutters, getting out of the vehicle. “Come on, Paddy,” he jerks his head at me, “I imagine you’ll be wanting to see this too.”

I’ll be wanting to see what? Why the fuck would Lauren be here and not at home where I fucking left her and told her to stay? How the fuck did she even get here?

I’m out of the SUV and striding into the strip club in the blink of an eye, my fingers itching for my gun. The only reason it’s not already in my hand is those fucking Vice cops watching us carefully from across the road. Pussy arse motherfuckers.

If Lauren is inside stripping, I’ll fucking shoot the eyes out of every man who has even glanced her way. I’ll fucking spank the shite out of her arse, and then I’ll bend her over a table and fuck her hard, right in front of everyone, to prove my fucking point.

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