He moved through Saoirse, aware of the desire-filled glances given him by more than one beautiful woman, and they were exquisite creatures, though despite the long hair several of them wore, none of them were Elves. When it became clear that Cathal Dunne wasn’t present, he found a spot affording him a good view and stopped.
A lovely brunette rose from her chair and approached. He smiled, prepared to amuse himself with a different type of hunt as he waited for his main quarry, Cathal, and through Cathal, Etain.
Lucky took another drag on the joint then passed it to Tracy. He could hear Sleepy fucking Rosena in the bedroom next to the one he was in, grunting while she moaned and screamed.
“You want to do it again?” Tracy asked, her hand zeroing in on his dick.
He took the reefer back, thinking he wanted a blowjob more. Tracy was good at giving head. And besides, she wasn’t nearly as nice to look at as Rosena.
His cellphone rang before she’d even gotten him half hard with her hand. “Yo,” he answered.
Puppy said, “That guy showed up. He just walked out of the parking garage but Drooler and me didn’t see him drive in. He must have come in from the side we weren’t watching. You close?”
“No.”
“He’s gonna walk right past me on the way to his club. You want me to do him?”
“No, man. You did good. Time for you to get out of there. Sleepy will pick you up after he lets me out. Talk to you later.”
He called Drooler.
“Come on, man, let me kill this
“No. This one I have to do personally.” He didn’t mention Jacko’s name. Only Sleepy knew that’s where this job came from. “Get eyes on the club entrance. Text me at that number I gave you when this guy leaves then haul ass. I’ll be waiting for him between the club and his car.”
“Puppy tell you we don’t know what he’s driving? We didn’t see him going into the parking garage.”
“Yeah. Puppy told me. No problem. It’s not going to matter what car he’s got in a little while. The garage has cameras in it anyway. Stealing his ride is out. Later, homie.”
He hung up and left the bed. “Hurry the fuck up!” he yelled to Sleepy. “We need to roll!”
“You gonna be back here later?” Tracy asked, the sheet falling away when she rose to her knees.
He got a boner looking at her tits and pussy, her acne-covered face out of the picture. “Sure.” Why not? Maybe after he snagged the blow from Jacko, they’d invite some others and have themselves a party.
He dressed, pulling the burner phone from his pocket and muting it so he wouldn’t have to remember later. Rosena let out an “I’m coming” scream as the bedsprings really cranked up their squeaking. He went to the car, stashing his personal cell under the seat.
A few minutes later Sleepy came out of the house, strutting after having done it with Rosena. She didn’t give it up to just anybody. “I want me some more of that,” he said.
“I hear you, man.” Though now he was jonsing for a different kind of action.
He aimed the gun at Cathal Dunne’s picture, pulling the trigger in his mind. “I hope I don’t have to wait all night for this rich
“As long as you get it done.”
“No problem.”
A couple blocks over, Sleepy did a double park long enough for Lucky to stuff the gun into the waistband of his jeans and get out. “Later
“Later.”
Lucky headed to his hiding place as Sleepy drove off. A day of waiting for this guy to show up had given him plenty of time to scope the area and notice where the cameras were.
If he missed some of them, he missed some of them. Ending up in prison didn’t scare him. He knew he could handle himself there. He had before. He would again. And fuck, if things got hot here, maybe he’d end up heading south with Jacko or Cyco if they split.
Ducking into an alleyway on the route between Saoirse and the parking garage, he had a view of a Jag hugging the curb in front of a Tesla and behind a BMW. Fucking rich bastard with his fucking rich club crowd.
Waiting was the hard part.
Lucky let his mind drift while staying aware of his surroundings, a lesson he’d learned doing time.
Jacko had chosen the right
The Jag and the Tesla and the BMW had him dreaming about getting a crew together and going in, taking out a shit load of people the same as Cyco had down in Mexico. Fuck man, he did that, he’d be a legend too, and after becoming a made member, he’d get a territory to tax. He’d be rolling in the money, maybe even buy himself a bad-ass car, something better than the ones he was looking at.
He pulled the gun from his waistband.
Eamon watched her sleep, his chest expanding with feelings of tenderness, and though he lay next to her, their bodies touched intimately together, it was not enough contact. He had begun to believe that state wouldn’t be remedied until he wore the same tattoos Cathal did.
“You enthrall me,” he whispered, a dangerous admission as he leaned down to whisper kisses along her neck. “In centuries I have not experienced a day like this one.”
From harrowing fear to wild crests of ecstasy.
From distrust and alienation to the promising spread of harmony and unity.
Progress had been made with respect to their future as a cohesive family unit. But with respect to her gift, her magic…
Uncertainty remained. Grave uncertainty. And the chill of it made him give her more of his weight, the feel of breasts with their sweet-wine nipples against his chest fanning the flames of hunger, though the burn of it did not completely diminish the ice of his fear for her.
Her artistic ability had given her an advantage in learning the complex sigils, but it had still been grueling work. He’d taught her the bare minimum a changeling raised among them would know about channeling and containing magic, and about shielding herself to lessen its voice. But he wasn’t sure it would be enough, not given the old, old feel of her magic and the violence of the seizure that had taken her. It had seemed to him that magic forced its way into every cell with pounding fury, while at the same time, created an impenetrable shield around her so that his spells burned away at contact.
He’d come to worry that he didn’t grasp the full truth of her connection to the elements, and wouldn’t begin to without wearing her ink. A dangerous prospect for the both of them, one that might well hasten the moment when duty would require him to render his judgment.
A fist closed around his heart, his mind locking out images of her death by his decree. There were answers to be had about the
He looked away from her, gaze settling on the picture she’d drawn, the way magic presented itself to her, seeking control rather than to be controlled. The Dragon suggested a tie to water and fire,
