Page 53 of Mob Star

“The place has a private viewing room in the center of the sectioned off space. Around the viewing room are smaller ones where individuals or couples can go to watch. It’s double-sided glass. The voyeurs can see what’s happening, but people on stage can’t see who’s there.”

She flexes her hips and rocks. My dick is swelling again, so it’s only a moment more before she’s riding me.

“Finn.”

It’s a whisper as she shatters again. I’m there with her a couple thrusts later. Then I’m helping her get dressed before she climbs off. I fasten my pants and give her a quick glance. She doesn’t look like she’s been well fucked, even if I’m certain Joey knows that’s exactly what’s happening back here.

Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if my parents didn’t conceive me in the back seat of one of our family cars. Half my cousins and even my brothers probably were too. Our parents can’t keep their hands off each other. And more than once, I’ve arrived at an event in a separate car from my mom and dad only to see my dad straightening his tie or my mom fiddling with her hair as they get out.

I knock on the window, and Joey opens the door. I get out, pulling my sweater down in the back just to be sure. Then I reach in to offer Thea my hand.

“Do you want me to get the supplies?”

“Yes, please.”

Joey wouldn’t have left us alone at the ax throwing place, even if I’d suggested it. Which I wouldn’t with Thea with me. But I know we’re well guarded at Cormac’s restaurant.

Thea and I head inside and stop at the host stand.

“Hey, Finn.”

“Hi, Tom. Table for two, please.”

“Do you own this place as well?” Thea whispers as she looks around.

“No. Cormac does.” I grin.

I nod to a few people I know as we make our way to a table in the corner. I pull out Thea’s chair. I don’t love her back being to the windows, but at least I can see everywhere with my back to the wall. I don’t need to look at the menu here, but that’s not because I’ve been here so many times. It’s because I know what rolls I like. I stick my hand out, palm up. Thea smiles as she puts her hand in mine while she looks at the choices. It only takes her a moment before she closes it. After the sex we just had, how do we come up with something normal to talk about?

Feck me.

“Look who we have here.”

Chapter Twelve

Thea

Whoever these men are, Finn isn’t happy to see them. Who starts a conversation with a cliché greeting like that? Finn doesn’t let go of my hand, instead, giving it a little squeeze.

“Hollands. Spiegel.”

I wait to see if he’ll say more, but he remains quiet. He didn’t even use these guys’ first names. The taller of the two men takes a step closer to the table. Bad choice, dude. Finn straightens and pushes his shoulders back. He never hunches, but neither does he make his actual size obvious. I remember seeing him do that for the first time at the casino. He could be a pro athlete or pro bodybuilder for his size. I haven’t seen him naked— yet —but I know he’s all lean, chiseled muscle. He’s making sure these guys know. He doesn’t like them encroaching.

“It’s not office hours, gentlemen. I’ll speak to you on Monday.”

That’s one way of dismissing them. Do they work for him? Nothing about them makes me think they’re underlings, but Finn certainly just treated them that way.

“O’Rourke, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

It’s the one who took the step forward. He’s pushing his luck. I sense these two men know exactly who Finn is, and that’s why they came over. I’m watching Finn, not them. I know the guy got closer from my peripheral vision and the darkening of Finn’s expression.

“Spiegel, my cousin owns this restaurant. You know that means cameras. Do you really want to do this right now? Because if you do, say cheese.”

I shift my gaze because the air just changed. There’s a smugness to Finn that only just now came out. Both men appear on the defensive rather than the offensive. Through it all, I’m not tempted to say a word. I’m content to be the pretty arm candy for this. They look like FBI agents or something. I didn’t notice that at first. It makes the hair on the back of my neck stick up when I realize Finn issued a threat that’s tantamount to extortion. These men either don’t want to be seen here, or they don’t want to be seen together. Actually, it’s likely both.

I glance at the men’s left hands. Wedding rings on both ring fingers. The silent guy angled himself slightly in front of the guy who started all this. A defensive position since he was farther away from us a moment ago. They’re lovers, not husbands. At least, not to each other.

“When we talk on Monday, I’m certain you’ll be the bearers of good news. It would be nice to start the week right.” Finn’s piercing green eyes bore into them.

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