Page 60 of Dublin Brute

I meet Finn’s sympathetic gaze over the top of his laptop. “Yeah, she is. That’s why we need to get off Kelly’s radar. There must be a way to protect the family and clear the way for me and Nora.”

Finn goes back to staring at his screen. “Maybe it’s time to call in some reinforcements. We could surveil the people surveilling us and see what we can find out.”

“That could get messy.”

“At the very least, knowing who is out there gunning for us might tell us where they have focused their interests.”

“Aye, there’s that.” I scroll down my contact list to Sean’s number and click to dial.

He answers on the second ring and I can tell he’s at the clubhouse because he shouts for everyone to shut the fuck up so he can hear. “One second. Let me get somewhere I can fuckingthink.” I wait for the beat of time it takes until things quiet down on the other end. “All right, what’s up?”

“Finny and I were thinking. What if we put some Devils or some of Kieran’s street rat army on Jordan Kelly and his task force? It would be good to know who the players are and who they’re interested in.”

“That could bite us on the ass as easily as not.”

“Only if our people fuck up.”

Sean lets out a long breath. “All right. Let me pass it by Tag and see what he thinks. I’ll let you know what he says.”

Before he hangs up, I think of something I want to add. “And Nora, too.”

“And Nora what?”

“Put someone on Nora. If the McGuires find out about Kelly, they might go after her and use her as leverage. I agreed to back off, but I won’t leave her out there unprotected.”

“Brenny, I feel your pain, brother, but Nora’s not your problem.”

“Like Piper wasn’t your problem? Do you really want to play that card with me, Sean?”

My brother sighs on the other end of the call. “Fine. I’ll see what I can do.”

I end the call and shrug. “He’ll pass it by Tag.”

Finn chuckles. “Ironic, though, right? Us putting surveillance on the cops who are surveilling us.”

I give him a half-hearted smile. “Aye, it is.”

Finn nods and goes back to his laptop. I do the same, pushing thoughts of Nora to the back of my mind. Today was her orientation. I want to send her a text wishing her good luck but recognize what a bad idea that is.

We only had one full day together and a couple of hours on the side. Some might think that’s not enough time to know we’re perfect for one another. They’d be wrong.

The way we fit together when snuggling on the couch was fucking heaven.

The way her body responded to my touch stole my breath.

She is meant for me.

I lift the bottle of scotch I’ve been nursing all afternoon and tip it back. I swallow three long, drawn-out gulps and let the burn slide steadily down the inside of my throat. It doesn’t touch the ache in my soul.

I close my eyes and all I can see is Nora in the throes of her orgasm, shattering beneath my touch, her insides clenching my fingers in greedy abandon. I can picture what she’ll look like when we get together. The way her hair will fan out behind her head. The way her weighted breasts will spill to the side. The way her cunny will glisten with my cum after I make her cry out my name.

Best daydream ever…

I give myself an inward shake and pour myself into the work. If I don’t focus, I’ll end up at Legend, pretending I coincidentally stopped in for a drink. But I can’t be seen in public with Nora now that I know the risks.

If someone on the task force follows me and sees me with Nora, it will destroy everything she’s building for herself.

Damn. I thought Sean and Piper were hopeless.