Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“Because he is important to you, and this marriage is important to me.”
He released me and got into the car. He hadn’t said I was important, only this marriage. Maybe that was why I believed him.
I slid into the back of the car and took Finn’s hand that he was holding out to me. We’d been driving for fifteen minutes when I remembered the bug hidden in my tampon. Was now really the time to hide it somewhere? I wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. In the past, Finn had used my tampons as floats in the toilet or bathtub, and I could just see this happening again and Lorcan finding the bug in the water. I pulled the tampon from my handbag. Finn was distracted by the skyline, and Lorcan was cussing at the traffic, hammering his hand on the horn. Finn had heard enough cussing in his lifetime so I didn’t bother keeping bad words from him anymore. Mum was a notorious cusser.
I had stuffed the bug really well into the tampon and getting it back out proved a challenge. Eventually Finn noticed. “You have the c-c-curse?” he asked, his stutter a bit better than in the airport.
I froze, the tampon in hand. The bug was peeking out at the bottom.
Lorcan glanced over his shoulder at the tampon then at Finn. “The curse?”
“Th-th-th-tha-t-t-t-t-t’s h-hh-how Nana c-cc-c-ccc-alls it-t-t-t-t-t wh-wh-when she n-n-n-n-needs ‘pons.”
I had tensed during Finn’s reply. He’d taken a very long time to speak due to Lorcan’s attention but my husband did not interrupt him. Many people finished Finn’s sentences even if they weren’t sure what he was going to say. He rarely contradicted them, and it always broke my heart.
“It’s a bit like a curse, I suppose,” Lorcan said and turned back to the street.
Maybe I could pretend I had my period. It wasn’t due for a few more days, but Lorcan didn’t know that. It might stop his advances.
When both Finn and Lorcan had lost interest, I continued to fumble with the tampon and finally managed to extract the bug. I coughed and dropped it. “Shoot.” I bent forward as if to pick it up and attached the bug to the underside of Lorcan’s seat before I straightened with the tampon in my hand.
“I hope you don’t use it once it hits the floor,” Lorcan said with a chuckle.
I flushed and almost commented that his cock had been in worse places, but with Finn present I controlled myself. I needed to be on Lorcan’s good side. I had to keep up the act and more, make him trust me. I needed to gather information so the police could put Lorcan behind bars. I could only pray that my family and I would be put into the witness protection program as soon as possible. If I was responsible for sending a Devaney into prison, the rest of the clan would hunt us.
The day before
Seamus and I were on our way to Miami. We’d booked the earliest flight we could get when Sergej revealed the information to us. He was a businessman first, and doing business with me was more important than protecting certain information.
“Why didn’t you tell, Aislinn?”
“It’s not the right time yet. We don’t know what we’ll find. I’d like to know the details before I reveal anything to Aislinn. She’s emotionally invested.”
“It’s her sister. Of course she is! You’d be invested if one of your brothers disappeared.”
“If one of my brother’s disappeared, I’d know they were either dead or in serious danger. Aislinn’s sister is after money and dick. She’s not in danger.”
“She’s with a Russian business-man, not the best source of money.”
Imogen wasn’t my problem, and yet she was. Aislinn wouldn’t rest until she knew what had happened to her sister. From what I’d found out about the woman Gulliver described and the countless other accounts of people at the Doom Loop, it was obvious what had happened. She was a leech and was currently sucking money from a rich asshole in exchange for sucking his dick.
Right after we landed, we grabbed a taxi to the marina. Sergej had given me the number of the jetty where I’d find the yacht Imogen was currently living on. Maksim, the owner of said yacht, knew of our visit. Sergej’s word was probably the only reason why he even received us.
The sun was setting over the ocean as we headed down the jetty toward his yacht “ALYONA” named after his wife. I smiled wryly.
“Do you think Imogen knows about his wife?”
“She doesn’t care.”
“Maybe he told her a sob story about being a widower.”
I slanted a disbelieving look at Seamus. “As if that were necessary. She wants his money, not his heart—if he even had one.”
Two bodyguards stood at the end of the jetty, barring the way toward the yacht. It was one of the medium-sized ones but knowing the price of rent at this place, Maksim was still stinking rich.