Page 36 of Dublin Charmer
This syringe is all I have and even though all it will do is make him relaxed and a little loose-lipped, I’ll make it work for me. One good jab to the neck, and I’ll have leverage. He doesn’t know what I’m threatening to inject into him. It could be toxic.
The lock clicks and I fight to seem relaxed. I’m facing the door and am ready to lunge and force my way out of here when the door swings open.
My plan instantly crumbles.
Finn isn’t alone. A mountain of a man stands in the doorway—leather-clad with tattoos snaking up his neck and a jagged scarcutting across his face. His eyes sweep the room with predatory focus, landing on me with a look that says he could snap my neck without blinking.
I recognize him from Gravely’s files: Sean Quinn, president of the Dublin Devils MC.
There’s no way I’ll be able to get the upper hand on Finn with Sean within arm’s reach of knocking me out.
I slip the syringe behind my back, forcing my face into neutral.
Finn saunters into the room after his brother, carrying a tray with silver domes over the plates. I don’t know what the morning’s offering is, but it’s making my mouth water.
Behind him trails a young woman with long dark hair. She looks like she might be a couple of years younger than me and is clutching a stack of folded clothes.
“These should fit you.” She extends the pile toward me, but my hand remains behind my back, clutched around the syringe. “I had to guess your size based on seeing you through the monitor screen, but they’ll be close.”
The girl hesitates at my lack of response, then sets the clothes on the table. “I’m Piper, by the way. Formerly Piper McGuire.”
“McGuire? As in the enemy of the Quinns?”
She chuckles. “Yep. That’s them. I defected.”
Huh, I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. Billy never mentioned a daughter, but what do I know?
“My family sold my virginity to the Bratva and beat me to a pulp when I had the nerve to object. I realized then that the people running the south side of Dublin are barbarian assholes.”
Gravely definitely is, but I have had little interaction with her family.
“You may not realize it yet, but you’re much better off being here with the Quinns than you were working for Billy-fucking-Gravely.”
I blink, processing this unexpected confession while trying not to give anything away.
“All right, beautiful. Let’s be on our way.” Sean’s voice is deep and graveled, but when he looks at Piper, there’s nothing but adoration and devotion in his eyes.
Whoa, he’s got it bad.
Before I form a response, Piper hurries back to him, ducking under his protective arm to exit out into the hall. The look that passes between them speaks volumes—possessive, intimate. Sean pegs his brother with a look and when Finn nods, he slips out, leaving Finn and me alone.
The door closes with a heavy thud.
Finn has set the tray down on the table and frowns at last night’s untouched dinner. “Nyx, seriously, ye need to eat. I swear we won’t poison you or drug ye—well, again. Yer here now and that’s in the past.”
I scoff. “Right. Drugging me is so ten hours ago. Forgiven. Forgotten.”
He chuckles. “Granted, I may have taken the path of brutes and criminals, but I needed to get ye away from Gravely and to stop ye from coming at our system.”
“Mission accomplished.”
He shrugs, pulls out one of the two chairs, and drags the dessert plate off last night’s tray and onto the table. With casual indifference, he picks up the plastic spork, slices off a piece of chocolate cake and takes a bite.
“Ye don’t know how badly yer missing out. Cora makes the best chocolate cake in Dublin.” He gestures to the fresh tray with his fork. “Breakfast is just as good. Come eat while the food is hot.”
“Go fuck yourself, Quinn.”
His expression doesn’t change. He simply takes another bite of cake, his gaze never leaving mine.
