Page 90 of Declan

“I’ll let my body show you,” Declan reads aloud through gritted teeth, his eyes darting to mine.

I burst out laughing.

“What the fuck, Viviana?” He towers over me, his face so close I can feel the heat radiating off him.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile. “Now I have your attention.”

I grab his hand, which is still clutching my phone like it’s the only thing tethering him to control and point to the screen.

“Look who I’m sending it to,” I say with a grin.

His eyes flick to the screen before narrowing into a glare.

“Selma,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Having fun, are we firecracker?”

I chuckle, unable to help myself. “I love seeing you all possessive and jealous.”

His hand darts to my neck, fingers curling in a teasing grip.

“Brat,” he rasps, his lips brushing mine.

The storm of fire shooting from my neck to my core makes me clench my thighs, desperate to ignore the heat pooling between them.

And then it hits me.

“Wait,” I say suddenly, turning to Flynn. “How good of an actor are you?”

Flynn’s grin widens. “Pretty good. What do you have in mind, sweetheart?”

Declan releases my neck, his eyes narrowing. “Talk, firecracker,” he says, leaning into the wall, arms crossed. My traitorous body reacts again.

Shaking my head, I try to focus.

“Alek killed Nolan,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Maybe I can pretend to hurt Flynn—somewhere his informants might see it.”

“You want to kill me? Already?” Flynn grins, lounging in his chair like a devil king, swirling amber liquid in his glass. “I can make that happen.”

Declan is too quiet. That’s never good.

“But we need to make it so you aren’t caught,” Declan finally says, his voice measured. “But in a way that makes Alek believe it was you.”

Flynn nods, and I can practically see their minds working. Connor pulls out maps of the docks, pointing and murmuring something to Flynn.

I step back into the hallway and quickly text Alek:

I may have an idea. Just give me some time. I’m not as connected as you are.

Am I really doing this? Pretend to kill Flynn? What if the Irish Consortium finds out and believes I did it? Flynn is their second in command.

“Vi.”

Declan’s voice pulls me back to reality. I don’t even notice him standing next to me until he says my name, his tone laced with concern.

“I think we’ve got it.”

I follow him back into the office, where the guys look entirely too calm—sitting, drinking, and far too amused. I want to shake them or hit them with a keyboard. How can they be this relaxed?

“There’s no way you’re shooting anyone or blowing anything up, so we’ll do this with more…” Declan pauses, searching for the right word. He grins. “Finesse.”

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