Fionn by Marteeka Karland Page A

but when they refuse—and they all refuse—he’s threatening them or their families. I don’t have to tell you the information I get from them is too valuable to lose. Besides, he’d likely have them all into drugs in order to control them and the flow of information. And I have a feeling this all the old man’s doing. He’s testing me. And he wants that information channel for himself.”
    “You need him dead?”
    “No. Not yet. But I want to send him a message. If that fails…”
    “He have family who can be used for leverage?”
    “Only one. Her name is LeeAnn Bates. He married the girl’s mother but didn’t give his new wife’s child his name. The fucker didn’t have enough sense to separate himself from her at the earliest opportunity. She lives with him in Beacon Hill.”
    Fionn snorted even as he continued to pleasure the two women in his bed. “I wonder why she refused to leave. Keeping Daddy’s money close, no doubt.”
    “Probably. In any event, she was seen with one of my girls who frequents the Irish, trolling for clients and information. Don’t know exactly what she’s doing, but quite likely she’s reporting to her father.”
    “So, I take it I’m to snag her? Hold her until we decide how to deal with…our little problem?” Fionn might talk business in front of his women, but he didn’t invite trouble.
    “Nab her. I’ll let her father we’ve got her. If he’s not a complete bastard, he’ll take the hint and back the fuck off. I’ll get my girl to bring her to the bar. Once she’s at the Irish, you can take if from there.”
    “And if he doesn’t back down?”
    Shannon’s voice went cold. Deadly. Much like Fionn’s own. Too much like their old man’s. “Then take care of him.”
    Fionn ended the call and absently tilted his hips as he thrust into the redhead. He’d never left a woman unsatisfied and, even though he wouldn’t be getting off himself, he wouldn’t ruin his reputation this time.
    “Oh, God! I’m coming!” When the redhead started bucking over his cock, whipping her hips at him in a frenzy, Fionn tickled the blonde’s clit until she too spasmed around him. Both women screamed as they writhed on him, sweat shimmering over their pale flesh in the lamplight.
    But Fionn’s mind was already on the job at hand. He’d finish up here then begin his search for the woman. If all went well, he’d have her chained to a bed before nightfall. If things went even better, she’d be a beauty he’d convince to give him information as he bedded her. He’d have what he needed. They’d both have a pleasurable romp.
    As both women stilled with contented sighs and giggles, Fionn extracted himself from the bed, discarding the condom he hadn’t spent in. “Get dressed,” he said, all business now. “I have things to attend to.” He’d scout a bit so he could find the easiest way to eliminate Magda, then work on obtaining the girl.
    “Ah, Fionn.” The redhead pouted prettily. “I thought we were yours for the night.”
    “Never worry, sweet. You’ll be paid for the full night.” He gave her a lust-filled kiss to sooth her ego before pulling on his jeans. “Off you go now. Put me on your calendar for next week. I’ll double the pay for your inconvenience this time.” He gave them both a wink before heading to the bathroom. Fionn knew they’d let themselves out. Then he’d set the alarms before he left.
    So much for his evening. Inside the master bathroom was a closet that led to a bigger room. Inside that room, Fionn housed enough weapons for a small army. He chose three guns—one for his shoulder holster, one for his hip, and a smaller holdout gun for his ankle. Handcuffs and a hood followed. No matter where he took the girl, she didn’t need to see where she was going. It would make her more compliant if she knew she was completely dependent on him. With a small hesitation, he grabbed a small vial of ketamine. He usually didn’t bother with the stuff,