CROW (Boston Underworld Book 1) (24 page)

Ronan’s fists curl up at his sides, but he leaves as requested.

Sean sips on his drink, eyes appraising me over the rim of his glass before he sets it back on the table. “I assume Crow has told you we have a traitor in our midst,” he says. “So this is just normal protocol. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course.” I give him a tight smile. Lachlan never told me any such thing. “Ask me anything you want, Mr. MacKenna.”

His eyes flash at the very impersonal reference, and I delight in that a little too much.

“Crow has a tendency to get distracted by a nice pair of tits,” he says, using the excuse to check me out again. “But he gets bored easily. It can be detrimental to the syndicate when he’s bringing strange women into the fold.”

Ha. Would you get a load of this guy?

I lean back in my chair and size him up. He thinks he’s getting to me with this little ploy of his. It probably works with most of the other girls. He upsets them, and then they fall straight into his arms for comfort. It’s sick, really, but it’s also very obvious that Sean feels the need to compete with Lachlan. It doesn’t surprise me. Now that I know Lach’s grandfather is dead, it means that things within the outfit are changing. Niall would probably need to appoint someone else to take his place. At first glance, most would assume Sean had that right. But I get the impression that might not be the case. Niall doesn’t seem like the type to hand anyone anything unless they’ve earned it.

So Sean sees Lachlan as a threat. When I remember how Niall responded to his little display last night, and how defensive he got over Lach, it’s pretty obvious why. But just to test my theory, I decide to goad him a little bit.

“Look, Mr. MacKenna, I’m not one of these danger junkies. I know what Lachlan does. I know about the syndicate, but none of that matters to me. You see, I’m just using him for his cock. It’s huge. Massive, really, and I just love to ride it…”

“Enough!” he slams his fist down on the table.

Point made. I can’t even help the smile that spreads across my face. I’m in dangerous territory here, but this prick has it coming, really. He stews in his anger for a pause before he comes to some sort of a decision. And when he speaks again, his tone is calm and even.

“Funny thing,” he says. “You showing up here, and the next week we have the Armenians busting down our doors. Taking the Russian’s money…” He pauses to emphasize this part, and a seed of suspicion grows inside of me. It’s like he’s purposely trying to tell me too much.

He sits back and crosses his legs. “And now the burden of suspicion is falling on Crow. His own men are starting to doubt his abilities to run this ship smoothly. And do you know what happens when your own men doubt you?”

When I stare across the table at Sean, he doesn’t look like the concerned friend saying these things. He almost looks… satisfied, and it makes me distrust him even more.

“It’s not too hard to guess,” I answer vaguely.

He grins. “No it isn’t.”

“You shouldn’t look so happy at the prospect of something awful happening to your so-called brother,” I snarl. “I don’t think that would fall under your code of loyalty.”

He reaches across the table and grips my face in his hand, squeezing like he wants to crush me.

“Just know I’m going to be watching you,” he sneers. “One wrong move, Mackenzie, and nobody will ever hear from you again.”

I don’t flinch or cower, which is probably what he expects. Instead, I look him in the eye and show him the false respect he so desperately craves. Between him and Donovan, I’m not sure which is worse.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” I assure him. “I’m just here until Lachlan tires of me.”

A smug grin creeps across his face, and he releases me. “That’ll be sooner, rather than later.”

I stand up and smooth out my dress. “Am I free to go now?”

He still has that creepy grin on his face. His eyes rake over me one last time, and he nods. When I open the door, I find Ronan standing right outside, and my dead heart warms a little more. I reach up and ruffle his hair, making him nearly jump out of his skin again.

“Aw, Ronan,” I coo. “Your concern for me is so touching. Think you could take him?”

His eyes follow Sean as he brushes past us whistling a happy tune, and he grabs me by the arm. “Let’s get ye out of here.”

Ronan ushers me out through the back door of the club and towards the car. But before we even make it within twenty feet of it, he freezes and shoves me behind him.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

A spray of gunfire erupts around us, and Ronan tosses us both behind one of the parked cars for cover. He pulls out his gun and tears off his jacket.

“Do I need to answer that?” he
grunts in annoyance.

“Nope.” I squeak. “You’re good.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lachlan

C
rack. Crack. Crack.

“They’re like goddamn cockroaches,” Rory yells over the drone of gunfire. “Ye think ye’ve got them all, and they just keep coming out of the woodwork.”

I grunt out my agreement.

The fucking Armenians.

Only a handful of us knew about this meeting with the Russians tonight. Niall’s made certain to keep a tight leash on anything he sends down the pipe. Being that tonight’s affair is taking place in one of the Russian’s own clubs, it’s hard to believe that one of them arranged it. But if history is any indication, I think that’s exactly what happened.

A bullet whizzes past my head. I crouch lower beneath the overturned table, firing back until my clip is empty. Two of their muppets collapse before I have to reload. Only one more clip remains in my pocket. I didn’t expect a fucking war when I came here. We aren’t even making an exchange which leads me to believe one thing. Whoever is giving this information away is purposely trying to unsettle our alliance with the Russians.

Alexei creeps up beside me like a fecking cat. The man is deadly quiet, with the reflexes to match. I suppose he has to be, considering. Viktor will not be happy that his most prized possession is in the middle of this hailstorm of bullets. But Alexei is no slouch in combat.

He fires off six rounds himself, hitting at least three blokes in the process. Then he turns to me and clips out a quick string of Russian. Too quick for me to understand all of it, but I get the gist that there’s some more ammo in the back. Problem is, that’s where half the bleeding gunfire is coming from.

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

W
hen 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.