Page 29 of The Twins
“I agree.” Andrew nodded. “Anyone else around?”
“Mitch is catching some sleep. Phil will be here soon.”
I studied the professor. His eyes had taken on a rich darkness I’d seen before. His frustration in the justice system was rising to the surface. His need to take out a bastard lowlife was becoming his main focus. All he could think about.
“Where’s he living?” Andrew asked gruffly.
“Blackbird Leys.”
“Makes sense.” Andrew paused. “And he’s likely to be sleeping now, it’s the middle of the night for a drug dealer.”
“So we should just get straight to it?”
“Seems to me he’s been walking and talking on this earth for too long as it is.” Andrew stood. “You in?”
“Of course.” I got to my feet too.
“Yeah.” Cillian cracked his knuckles.
“I’ll go get the weapons then.”
My heart rate picked up. Not that I enjoyed killing, or the risk that taking out losers posed to my life and my freedom. But we were good at it, and it was necessary.
Very necessary.
“Archie McDougal has a date with the devil.” Cillian’s eyes narrowed.
“Yeah, our woman gave us good information.”
“Ourwoman.” Cillian smiled. “That’s true enough. She’s ours now.”
“Except she has us dangling, we don’t know when we’re going to see her again.”
“Ah, we know where she lives.” Cillian chuckled. “We can go knock on her door if she keeps us hanging too long.”
“I was really fucking hard for her last night.” I groaned at the memory and shifted on my seat.
“Me, too. I thought she’d be up for hot sex.”
“She’s a classy woman, out of our league.” I huffed. “Gotta respect that she has rules. Higher standards than us.”
“’Course I respect that.” His attention on me intensified. “What have you had with her before, Finn?”
“What do you mean?”
“That wasn’t the first time you’d touched her, was it?”
I chuckled. “No, we’d had fun in a dark cupboard.”
“What fun?”
I stood and slapped on a black baseball cap, reached for my Union Jack bandana. “Let’s just say she’s responsive as fuck, and when she does let us play with her delectable body, we’ll have her coming in great gushes like Niagara fucking Falls.”
“I like the sound of that.” Cillian chuckled.
Andrew came back in. Silently, he dished out our handguns.
“How we gonna do this, boss?” I asked, shoving thoughts of a naked and panting-for-it Rebecca from my mind.
