Page 90 of Líadan's Code

The men all are well muscled, dressed well, and scream money and mafia. Cormac has always enjoyed the illusion of being elite and therefore better than everyone else. Seán enjoyed nice things, which is why so many of his men stayed by his side even as he descended into mania.

I didn’t see the passageway when I was setting up the cameras in the dark at five in the morning, but now as the sun is shining despite the gloom of the day, it’s possible to see.

My phone notifications pop up while I hold it, alerting me that the girl of the hour is arriving on site.

Lía:

I’m almost there. Where are you hiding?

Smirking, I tell her where I am, brow raising when I receive another notification.

Jordan:

I see Líadan on the traffic cameras. Why the fuck is she in a cab alone?

Oh so you do care. Holding back a chuckle, I check my surroundings before shooting a text back. It would really suck if someone got the jump on me now.

Me:

Stalking isn’t a sign of not caring, baby. We’re dividing and conquering on a busy day. She’s more than capable of riding in a cab alone. We should have realized you could handle our life. We were wrong.

I’m pulled back into checking surveillance, smirking as I see a majority of the men that must have been in the house are gone. I have no way of knowing if there’s anyone else there, since the blinds are all drawn, though I can see lights are on.

Shadows within the house are impossible to detect right now, because they must be at the back portion of the home.

As much as Jordan is griping at me about Lía being alone, I did put a long range GPS tracker in the handle of her knife and shoes. Lía is aware of the devices, and said that it made her more comfortable to know they’re there.

We have a lot riding on today, a kidnapping isn’t on our agenda. Checking the status, I see she’s being dropped off on the street behind me, about seven-hundred-feet away from where I’m standing.

Checking my text thread one last time with Jordan, I read his message.

Jordan:

I don’t hear an apology anywhere in that text. How about you get on your knees and use your mouth to tell my cock how you feel?

“Fucking hell,” I grunt, putting my phone away when I hear the slightest sound of the back gate opening. Adjusting my cock, I wince at the lack of stretch in my pants. It’s being strangled, and not by Lía’s tight cunt or ass.

“Are you in pain?” she asks as she ghosts up the alley to me. Once she got inside the gate, Lía’s footsteps were completely silent.

“Only my cock,” I mutter. “Jordan isn’t playing fair. He yelled at me for ‘letting’ you take a cab alone.”

“Hmm. I’m perfectly capable of traveling without a nursemaid,” she sniffs. “Did you remind him that I’m an adult, and one that’s about to fuck some people up?”

“Yes, milseán, I did. He told me that didn’t sound like an apology and that I should try again on my knees,” I say, watching as she looks up at me with blown pupils. “We’re going to table this, but I love your reaction to that.”

“So much to do before we can properly apologize,” she murmurs. “If you’re sporting a hard-on, it’s just fair play that he is as well. Can I have your phone please?”

Lía unbuckles the belt of her coat to the cool air as I nod. She's wearing a pair of leather leggings, flat soled boots, and a long-sleeved mesh layered top. Honestly, this is not helping my erection in the least. Her mask is in her pocket, and she pulls it over her face before pulling her shirt over her breasts.

She’s not wearing a bra.

Gritting my teeth, I watch the way her nipples get harder and harder, unable to keep myself from reaching out and tugging on one.

“Fuck me, baby. You’re going to give him a heart attack,” I grunt, handing her the phone. There’s only one reason she’d need it.

I give up on trying to make myself more comfortable in these pants. I bite my lip as Lía tilts her head like the little psychopath that she is and takes a photo to send to Jordan. Her gloved fingers fly over the screen for a moment before she hands me back the phone to fix her clothes.

Glancing at the open message as I pull out my own mask, I smirk at the words.

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