Page 22 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

Another shake of his head.

“If it’s not Sara today, it’s going to be Tommy soon,” I warn him.

He squeezes his eyes closed. “You think he’s going to blow everything up?”

“He’s catching fire. When he explodes, it will hit us.”

Opening his eyes, they meet mine. “I’ll handle Sara.”

I nod.

With a heavy sigh, he leaves.

The door barely has time to close before Ryan is back.

His sigh as he sits down matches my own. “Tommy is going to burn down to the ground, and he’s going to take us down with him.”

“That’s what I told James, and he wants to argue against killing Sara.”

He winces. “Sara? Dec, she’s not the problem. Taking her out still leaves Tommy standing. Give him a minute, and he’ll find a new Sara.”

I shake my head. “I can hope like hell in the time it takes for him to find a new Sara, that James and Ronald can shake his ass right. Tommy has had these cycles of self-destruction for years.”

“Which is exactly why it should beTommy, not Sara.”

“Fine. You think Tommy should be offed, go on with you. Talk to James. Talk to the old men.” I encourage him.

His head goes down.

“Exactly. Because you know they’ll never say yes unless Tommy steps into it up to his fucking neck. They have allowed one man in this to be killed since it all began. They’re not going to okay Tommy.”

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I just don’t want?—”

“I don’t either. If it were up to me, Tommy would be dead instead of Sara, but it’s not. They’ll say yes to Sara because she’s no one, a pawn that stumbled onto the board. But as long as Tommy is someone we still need, he’ll live. Until he loses his status as an asset.”

Sending a hand through his hair, he nods. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Banshee, do you want to know where she ends up?”

I roll my eyes. “It’s not a big fucking deal. She hurt Miranda, now she won’t get a chance to do it again. That’s all there is to it.”

An eyebrow goes up. “You got it bad for her.”

“Fuck you, get out of my damn office.”

The bastard laughs as he follows the order.

Fuck him. I don’t have it bad. Except fuck him, maybe I do as I give into need and check the cameras in my office.

Miranda fills the screen, and my cock turns to stone at the sight of her. Her head is bent over the books as she keys numbers into thecalculator. Fuck, I’m so screwed at how turned on I am simply following the line of her elegant neck.

I’m impressed by how quickly she enters the numbers without taking her eyes off the ledger. I hate how her forehead is lined, yet there are so few lines from smiling around her sexy mouth. Last night, when she laughed about Banshee, she made my cock so hard it ached. Her laugh was husky and somehow sweet at the same time. I want more of that, her laughing, her smiles.

Shit. My cock is thickening simply thinking of it. I close out of the cameras before I give into need and jerk off like a kid with a crush.

It’s waiting in my email. I’m never shocked by how quickly Valdez completes a task. The first thing is on the man’s combative divorce. An idiot, he didn’t get a prenup, and the soon-to-be ex is trying to get every dime.

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