Those
were just the kinder things I could think of, and yet I knew he smelled like cinnamon,
spices, and apples. I had taken the time to reflect on his scent, even enjoyed it. Ugh . On top of that, I enjoyed how he looked up close. The way he flexed his muscles
out of habit and cracked his knuckles when he was tense. I had noticed that in just
two days. I had a whole arsenal of men under my control and many were attractive in
some way, shape, or form, and yet there was something about Liam Callahan.
When he stepped out of his room, he was dressed in dark pants paired with a black
and green vest with the letter C on the breast. He looked surprised to see me, as if he wasn’t sure why I was here.
On his arms were bruises and marks from our fight. The idiot should have treated them,
but instead, he had to be a man’s man and leave them.
“Took you long enough, Callahan. Did you need to fix your hair?”
He glared at me before smirking. “It’s called sex hair for a reason. That’s the only
way I fix it. You done being a bitch?”
Fedel came down the hall, before I could respond.
“Ma’am, the helicopter is ready. Monte is fine, and we are ready to aid,” he said,
waiting for orders.
“I already contacted Monte, and he’ll tell you what to do.” His eyes widened, knowing
what I meant. He just lost his title as right-hand man, the fucker. “Next time, Fedel,
when I tell you to fall on your sword, do it without hesitation. You waste my time
and insult my intelligence with a statement like, ‘we’re outnumbered.’ That is all.”
He nodded and left quickly, leaving Mr. Sex Hair and me alone. Liam stared at Fedel’s
with narrowed eyes then turning his glower on me.
I cut in before he could speak again. “The helicopter is lifting us to Delaware. The
flight is an hour. From there, we are taking a speedboat north. The GPS is picking
up the signal fifteen clicks from shore. However, the Valero are already aware of
your stunt and will most likely have men in the water trying to recoup any lost drugs.”
Stepping forward, I made sure he understood I was not playing. “First, you see what
I’m doing, telling you every detail of this? Yeah, that is what you should have done.
Second, this is my operation now. My men. So if you fuck up, I will slit your throat
and then fill you with bull—”
His eyes lit up like fire before he grabbed me and threw me against the wall. “Every
moment you waste roaring at me, is a moment against us, Captain Bitch-a-Lot. As smart
as your plan is, it would be better to have snipers in the air. Something I thought
of before I even stepped out here.”
I just grinned. Even with his arm on my neck, he thought he was so fucking smart.
“You are so right. Which is why I already have Neal and Antonio locked, loaded, and
waiting. Anything else you assume I didn’t think of? When will you get that while
you’ve been number two for daddy, I’ve been number one?”
He said nothing, just glared.
“You should release me, Captain Dipshit or lose your arm. Your choice.”
I didn’t wait, I broke free. I was tiny compared to him, so all I needed to do was
drop down and roll out of his grip. He had so much to learn, and this was his time
to do it.
Due to the fact that I had shot up Sedric’s house, the party they had thrown in my
honor had ended and everyone departed.
Outside were four motorcycles, two of which were taken by Declan and Monte. The other
two for Liam and me—mine white, and his green and black. He looked at me as if I was
a china doll, and all I could do was roll my eyes before jumping on my bike and taking
off as soon as one of their people opened the gate. Only a second had gone by before
I saw him skyrocket past me, almost cutting me off, the sour brat, so I sped up beside
him. We raced through the backstreets of Chicago, the lights from the buildings up
above us all blending together in a single
were just the kinder things I could think of, and yet I knew he smelled like cinnamon,
spices, and apples. I had taken the time to reflect on his scent, even enjoyed it. Ugh . On top of that, I enjoyed how he looked up close. The way he flexed his muscles
out of habit and cracked his knuckles when he was tense. I had noticed that in just
two days. I had a whole arsenal of men under my control and many were attractive in
some way, shape, or form, and yet there was something about Liam Callahan.
When he stepped out of his room, he was dressed in dark pants paired with a black
and green vest with the letter C on the breast. He looked surprised to see me, as if he wasn’t sure why I was here.
On his arms were bruises and marks from our fight. The idiot should have treated them,
but instead, he had to be a man’s man and leave them.
“Took you long enough, Callahan. Did you need to fix your hair?”
He glared at me before smirking. “It’s called sex hair for a reason. That’s the only
way I fix it. You done being a bitch?”
Fedel came down the hall, before I could respond.
“Ma’am, the helicopter is ready. Monte is fine, and we are ready to aid,” he said,
waiting for orders.
“I already contacted Monte, and he’ll tell you what to do.” His eyes widened, knowing
what I meant. He just lost his title as right-hand man, the fucker. “Next time, Fedel,
when I tell you to fall on your sword, do it without hesitation. You waste my time
and insult my intelligence with a statement like, ‘we’re outnumbered.’ That is all.”
He nodded and left quickly, leaving Mr. Sex Hair and me alone. Liam stared at Fedel’s
with narrowed eyes then turning his glower on me.
I cut in before he could speak again. “The helicopter is lifting us to Delaware. The
flight is an hour. From there, we are taking a speedboat north. The GPS is picking
up the signal fifteen clicks from shore. However, the Valero are already aware of
your stunt and will most likely have men in the water trying to recoup any lost drugs.”
Stepping forward, I made sure he understood I was not playing. “First, you see what
I’m doing, telling you every detail of this? Yeah, that is what you should have done.
Second, this is my operation now. My men. So if you fuck up, I will slit your throat
and then fill you with bull—”
His eyes lit up like fire before he grabbed me and threw me against the wall. “Every
moment you waste roaring at me, is a moment against us, Captain Bitch-a-Lot. As smart
as your plan is, it would be better to have snipers in the air. Something I thought
of before I even stepped out here.”
I just grinned. Even with his arm on my neck, he thought he was so fucking smart.
“You are so right. Which is why I already have Neal and Antonio locked, loaded, and
waiting. Anything else you assume I didn’t think of? When will you get that while
you’ve been number two for daddy, I’ve been number one?”
He said nothing, just glared.
“You should release me, Captain Dipshit or lose your arm. Your choice.”
I didn’t wait, I broke free. I was tiny compared to him, so all I needed to do was
drop down and roll out of his grip. He had so much to learn, and this was his time
to do it.
Due to the fact that I had shot up Sedric’s house, the party they had thrown in my
honor had ended and everyone departed.
Outside were four motorcycles, two of which were taken by Declan and Monte. The other
two for Liam and me—mine white, and his green and black. He looked at me as if I was
a china doll, and all I could do was roll my eyes before jumping on my bike and taking
off as soon as one of their people opened the gate. Only a second had gone by before
I saw him skyrocket past me, almost cutting me off, the sour brat, so I sped up beside
him. We raced through the backstreets of Chicago, the lights from the buildings up
above us all blending together in a single
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