Chapter Thirty
KIERAN
The first thingI register is the heat of Riley’s body curled against mine. Her auburn hair is fanned out on the pillow, and her arm is thrown over my chest.
It’s the first time we’ve woken up like this since the night after Vegas. No interruptions, no chaos, just the two of us.
Her bare skin brushes against mine with every breath, and I swear it nearly undoes me.
I could stay here forever, wrapped around her, breathing in her scent as she sleeps in my arms.
But of course, business never sleeps, and my phone buzzes on the nightstand the second I open my eyes. It’s as if it was waiting for me to wake up.
I groan as I reach for it while trying not to wake Riley.
Lorcan:Got something. Call me.
Regardless of therespect I have for him, the temptation to mute my uncle is high. I want to enjoy this bubble with Riley just a little bit longer.
But Ronan has put me in charge, and if I want to prove to him that I’m up for the task of running things while he’s out, I can’t lounge around in bed all day with my naked wife. No matter how much I want to.
I slip out of bed slowly, trying not to disturb Riley, but she starts to stir.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, dove. Go back to sleep.” I press a kiss to her temple before heading into the hallway to call Lorcan.
“I called in a favor,” Lorcan says after picking up. “There’s a club Sean’s been using as a front, and I’ve got an in.”
“Seriously?”
After how we left things the other day, I didn’t expect him to be so willing to help. But if what he’s saying is legit, who am I to question it?
“There’s a private office in the back, loaded with stashed ledgers and an encrypted drive. We’re talking the kind of shit he wouldn’t want anyone seeing.”
I frown. “You think this could be enough?”
“To take Sean down? No. But it might be enough to get him to call off whatever revenge plan he’s working on.”
I run a hand down my face as I consider what Lorcan is offering.
I think of Riley tucked up in my bed, safe and warm, and if I want her to stay that way, I need to take this risk. “Do you trust this guy?”
“I worked with Gus years ago. He wants out, so he’s willing to help us in exchange for protection.”
“Tell him it’s done if he pulls this off. So, what’s the plan here?”
“He’ll give us ten minutes while the security feed is looped.”
Ten minutes is not a lot of time. Any number of things could go wrong, but that’s the nature of the job. I just have to make sure I’m prepared for every outcome.
“I’ll grab Brennan and meet you there.”
Less than an hour later,I pull up outside the club with Brennan in the passenger seat.
“Couldn’t even give me a chance to shower?” He tucks his sweat-soaked hair back beneath a cap.
He was halfway through his workout when I showed up at his place and demanded he get in the car.