Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Oh, Jesus, you’re bleeding.”
“It’s fine,” I shrug. “I’ll clean it in a few.”
She just shakes her head. “No, do you have a first aid kit?”
I arch a brow, and she smiles shyly. “I’m a nurse. Come on, we need to get that patched up.”
She doesn’t even wait for an answer, she just takes my hand and drags me towards the bathroom. I follow, glancing back to shrug at Gavin before she pulls me inside, half shutting the door.
“Sit,” she directs, pointing to the toilette. I close the lid and sit down as she rummages under the sink and actually does manage to pull out an old looking first aid kit. She pulls out some peroxide and a small surgical sewing kit, and she frowns.
“This, uh… this might hurt.”
“I’m a big boy.”
She blushes, biting her lip as she wets a wad of toilet paper with the peroxide and brings it up. I grit my teeth as she cleans the graze-wound from the one shot one of the guys back in the hotel was able to squeeze off. The needle is next, and she deftly sews me up in a nice clean line.
“So, those men…” she says quietly as she pulls the last loop through.
“I really don’t know who they were,” I growl.
“And you’re both, what, the mob or something?”
“Irish Syndicate.”
She swallows, biting her lip as she neatly ties off the surgical string. I frown.
“You’re really a nurse, aren’t you?”
She raises a brow. “Did you think I was lying?”
I smile. “No, but you’re not…” my eyes narrow. “You’re not with the FBI, are you?”
She snorts. “Um, what?”
I shake my head. “Figures.”
“I’m sorry, what’s going on?”
“We were watching you because you’ve been watching the interests of our bosses—poking around in affairs and businesses, talking to people in the neighborhood.”
She frowns, quickly shaking her head. “No, I’m just…” she trials off and looks away.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
My eyes search for hers, holding them when she finally looks at me.
“Give me something, Charlotte,” I say quietly.
“It’s still weird to me that you knew my name,” she whispers, looking into my eyes.
“Well, now you know ours.”
“And that’s your brother, you said?”
I nod.
“Are you guys twins?”
I chuckle. “Almost. Irish twins. I’m ten months older than Gavin.”
I sigh, standing and towering over her. Charlotte’s breath catches a little, and her face reddens as she looks up into my eyes.
“So?” I say gently. “Help us help you out here. It’s pretty obvious you aren’t with the FBI, so what the hell were you doing poking around—”
“I’m looking for my sister,” she blurts out suddenly.
I frown. “Why were you looking around Southie at Irish pubs and some of those other businesses?”
“Because, there were rumors that these really not good guys—” she looks down. “Irish guys, I think, who were harassing her at work. And these guys are apparently known for getting girls into drugs and then into prostitution. I was worried…” she squeezes her eyes shut, and my jaw clenches as I move into her.
“Not us, Charlotte,” I say quietly, scowling. “Our organization doesn’t have shit to do with stuff like that. No girls, no pimping, none of that shit.”
She looks up and half-smiles. “Well, that’s good to hear. So, I’m not with the FBI…”
I chuckle. “Also, good to hear.”
“And you’re not pimping out my sister or trying to hurt me.”
“Not in the slightest. But you poking around coincided with one of our own disappearing—a good lad named Ash.”
She nods, frowning and looking down as she cleans up the needle and washes her hands in the sink.
“Sorry about your friend,” she says quietly.
“We’ll find him,” I growl.
She nods again. “So, you had me under surveillance?”
“We didn’t know if you were with law enforcement or not,” I growl quietly. “It had to be done.”
She swallows, avoiding my eyes.
“So, like, what kind of surveillance?”
I clear my throat, thinking back to less than an hour ago, when we were watching this fucking goddess touch herself in the shower.
“Just… surveillance.”
“Like following me?”
“A bit, yeah.”
“Were you…” she frowns, biting her lip and still looking down. “Were you bugging me?”
“Like your phone? No.”
She nods. “And what about anything else.”
“Such as.”
She shrugs, avoiding my eyes. “Like, my room, I mean.” She finally looks up, her face red as she meets my eyes. “Were you watching me in my room?”
I don’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Her face burns hotly.
“So, you saw… I mean, when I was changing…”
“Yes.”
She looks down, her face hot. “Were you just watching the bedroom?”
“No.”
Her eyes widen as she yanks her gaze back to mine. “Wait, were you… I mean… you weren’t…”
“We were,” I growl darkly. “The shower, I mean.”
Her breath catches, her face turning pure crimson. But I just hold her wide-eyed look and move into her, my pulse roaring and my muscles tensing. I move right into her, and she gasps quietly as my hands slide to her waist, holding her like she belongs to me.