Page 91 of Líadan's Code

Líadan:

I may bend, but I never kneel, Jordan. I’m open to fucking it out, though.

“Goddamn, baby,” I growl, pocketing my phone to get to work. “I may need to fuck it out later. Your tits need my cum mixed in your blood after all this.”

Shivering, she nods, moving to tug me to the opening between the apartment buildings. I can’t see her face due to the mask, but she’s practically vibrating between arousal and the excitement of the hunt.

“My blood is always yours,” she purrs. “Do we have a plan?”

“There’s an opening at the back of the building. That appears to be where all of the activity is. However, there’s also a side door that I can probably get us in to surprise whoever is left inside,” I murmur.

“I’m all for being the surprise even if I hate them,” she surmises. “We’ll walk over together as if we’re just taking a walk, and then duck between the houses? Do we think they have an armed security system?”

“Since there’s so much activity, I doubt they’re going to bother with it,” I murmur. “Our coat hoods will cover the masks, so let’s go for a stroll. I haven’t seen anyone else out. It’s too damn cold and everyone is at work.”

Obediently she pulls her hood over her head, it shadows her face and the mask perfectly. Following her lead, I pull her arm through mine.

“Grab your knife, baby. I don’t want you to have to fumble for it,” I say.

“I brought two. The other one is in my coat pocket. There’s more weapons in my hair, and I have my garrote as well. We got this, baby,” she replies.

Walking together with our heads together as if we’re headed somewhere important, we make sure to amble across the street. It’s quiet and serene, something that’s sure to change soon. I have some tools of the trade in my pockets, and I know Lía is capable of laying waste to a room full of people with me.

The most important of all of this will be incapacitating Cormac right away, so the little shitstain can’t get away.

Ducking easily down the alley with her, I drop to a knee to help launch Líadan over the gate. One of the reasons I had to wire the outside of the house for video is because of the lack of visibility here.

Stepping on my outstretched hands, Líadan holds onto the top of the gate and goes over it without a sound. I follow her with a simple jump because of my height, now hidden from the street.

It’s quiet back here, the side door unattended because Cormac truly believes no one will dare come for him. We may not have been able to even find him without a triangulation of this area, since he doesn’t have this property under his name.

The first thing I ran through the city records was his name, which came up empty for a residence. He has a business or two that appears legit for tax purposes, but that’s it.

The best way to stay off the legal radar is to give the veneer of being a law abiding citizen. Pulling out my lockpick set, I get to work quietly to unlock it.

While in Ireland, the family I stayed with was insistent that I learn how, so they locked me in an old building to practice. There could have been a million different ways for me to learn, but it was cold, and I was wearing a thin T-shirt and shorts.

It was supposed to be motivation for me to work faster.

God, that summer had so many terrible aspects. I don’t ever want to travel again without Lía. I’d be too worried something bad would happen.

In no time, the lock slides into place, and my tool kit disappears back into my coat. There are so many hiding places in it, it’s perfect for all the weapons I have. After the fire, I immediately went shopping for another. It’s warm, trench coat length, and no one bats an eye at the sight.

Still crouching, I slowly open the door. There’s a deep voice toward the back of the house, but no one to notice as Lía and I step inside. I lock the door behind me to keep anyone from possibly entering, as the locking mechanism was one of the more sophisticated ones. I can break into any building or safe after my crash course in lockpicking in Ireland though.

At least it was good for something.

Lía moves like the silent nightmare that she is, toward the left side of the house, while I move farther into the house to close off any possible escape for those in the living space.

“We still haven’t found the girl,” Cormac growls. “How hard is it to find one little girl? She’s such a pain in the ass.”

“I say we find the little princess, pass her around while we dick her down, and remind her that women are worth nothing more than to be a cum dumpster,” Seamus grumbles.

He was one of Seán’s commanders, always willing to bust someone’s balls, force them to cough up money for protection. Seamus is also a dirty old man who enjoys spending his free time at the sex club hurting women.

The club in Chicago hasn’t reopened with the excuse that it’s in deference to Seán’s death, but the reality is that it is permanently closed until Líadan and I can plan out the new business plan.

Glancing covertly over the corner, I quickly take in the three men who are talking to Cormac. Seamus, Declan, and Glenn all fiercely supported Seán since he supported their twisted recreation and desires.

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