Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
I nod and gesture for Rory to get to Conor. The young one’s practically pissing himself beneath the table he crawled under. Alexei and I go the opposite direction. We creep down the side of the wall using more tables and chairs for cover. When we approach the front door, Alexei makes a gesture to let me know he’s going in through the back. I tell him I’ll cover him from this end and watch him disappear out the door.
In the meantime, I glance around the room to take stock of our lads. All of ours aren’t too bad off, except Conor’s been clipped in the arm. He’ll live. But when I count off the Russians, I don’t find Ivan anywhere. Another pass over the room, and I know something isn’t right about this.
I fish out my phone and try to dial Ronan. Then something hits me from behind. And it isn’t even a goddamned Armenian.
Two of the Russian recruits have got me cornered, knives in hand. They’re only young ones, too young to know any better. I pull off my jacket and toss it aside. They could’ve put a bullet in my head and been done with it, but it’s fairly obvious that isn’t on the agenda. If it’s a fight they’re after, then that’s what they’ll have.
***
“Just give me the goddamn things,” I yell at Rory.
He tosses me the bottle of pills and I wash three of them down with a shot of whiskey. Within moments, the pain ebbs away and delirium takes over.
“Take me home.”
Rory mutters something about the club and my wounds, but I don’t give a bollocks about any of it. My eyes fall shut and my head lolls against the leather seat.
“Mack.”
It’s the only word I can manage to get out. Somewhere in my wrecked state, I know I need to see her. Someone tried to kill her tonight. Tried to kill us both.
When we pull up to the house, Rory and Michael carry me inside and help me down the hall. Ronan starts bitching about my wounds, but I tell him to piss off.
I find the girl tucked into my bed, exactly where she should be. The lads toss my dead weight into the chair in the corner and Mack sits up with wide eyes.
“Lach?” she whispers, her eyes moving over my body in panic. “Jesus.”
She’s up on her feet and bolting to me before I can even ask her to.
“You should have taken him to the fucking hospital!” she yells at Rory.
He gives me a look and rolls his eyes as he shuffles out of the room. I grin and manage to tug Mack onto my lap somehow, my arm wrapping around her waist.
“Ye’re awake, butterfly.”
She nods against my chest. Everything is softer. Or harder. I’m not exactly sure. The lines are blurred, and the Oxy is working its way through my bloodstream, trying to put me to sleep. I just want to be inside of her.
I’m not in the habit of keeping women around, but in my delirium I can admit I’d like to keep this one. My face collapses into her neck with a groan.
“You still smell like me,” I tell her proudly.
She rolls in my arms and presses her lips against my chest, and then my throat.
“You sound surprised,” she murmurs.
My arms tighten around her. “Ronan mentioned that Sean had words with ye.”
“He did,” Mack says. “We had a drink, and I told him how much I love to ride your big cock.”
There’s a huge grin on her face, and a low growl in my throat. That’s my girl.
“So I don’t need to murder him then?” I pull her closer.
“Nope,” she whispers.
“Dance for me,” I plead as my head falls back against the chair. “Ye said ye’d only dance for me.”
My words are slurred, and Mack smiles. It’s a real one, not like the ones she gives everyone else. She’s dead gorgeous when she smiles like that. Her eyes fly to the makeshift bandage wrapped around my arm and the cuts littering my chest.
“You’ve been cut,” she notes. “I need to clean your wounds.”
“After.”
She looks at me and shakes her head, but to my relief, she does as I ask.
“Okay, Lachlan.” She reaches up and palms my face, kissing me on the lips as she turns in my lap.
She grinds her hips down onto me, and I groan. I’m dead weight. I can’t even touch her any more. But she’s never felt better than she does right now. Soft and feminine and warm to all of my hard places.
“Ye’re getting me high, sweetheart,” I tell her.
She smiles back at me. “I think that’s something else, Lach.”
She pulls my tee shirt from over her head, and her breasts bounce as she rolls her hips and feathers her fingers over my neck. At some point, she reaches down and unbuttons my jeans. Then I’m inside of her, and everything else fades away.
I don’t last. I can’t. She makes herself come on me, and then I fill her up with whatever I’ve got left.
She leans back and kisses me on the cheek, her breath warm and sweet.
“I don’t want to give ye away,” I confess in the darkness.
There’s a pause of silence, and I know I’ve fucked up. But Mack just continues to stroke my skin with her fingers, none the wiser.
“Go to sleep, Lachlan. I’ll take care of you.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mackenzie
When I wake up, the space beside me is empty. At least his pillow still smells like him. I roll over and bury my face into the material and inhale. My crazy mobster smells so good.
I had to get Ronan to help me wrestle Lachlan’s ass into bed after I finished cleaning and stitching him. He was bleeding all over the place, but the cuts looked worse than they really were. I can just imagine what the guys who did that to him must look like right about now.
I close my eyes and blow out a breath. Maybe it should bother me, but it doesn’t. I’m quickly learning that nothing about this world is black and white. Someone tried to kill me yesterday. Ronan wouldn’t tell me who it was, but I know he was Russian. Whoever it was ended up fleeing after Ronan hit him in the leg with a bullet. And then Lachlan came home wrecked too. I don’t know what they’re dealing in. But I know that someone is targeting them, and at this point, I don’t even give a fuck who’s doing the shooting. If they are shooting at Lachlan or I, then they’re a threat. Simple as that.