Page 64 of The Chief
“Is that normal?” he ground out, malice leaking from his tone.
I needed to see his face. The first time—flirting with Teddy—I was just messing around to piss Keir off, but men like Seamus were a constant in my life. Men who assumed I wanted to drop to my knees and suck their cock. No matter where I went, they found me.
Lifting the edge of the canvas, I glared at Keir. “Excuse me?”
“Men, fucking fawning all over you. Is. It. Normal?”
“Jealous?”
“You know I fucking am, Jynx. If I didn’t have to stay in this fucking laundry trolley right now because of how deep I am in enemy territory, I would fucking tear your pussy apart with how violently I’d take you so you’d know exactly who you belonged to. Nobody else will touch you without your permission again.”
I blinked at him, confused by the switch in his behavior. “I thought I was the enemy.”
“You are my fucking enemy, but you’re mine. Fucking deal with it. Now get your arse moving. We need to find Orla and get out of here.”
My sister’s name on his lips snapped me out of the desire to grill him for more information. He was right. We had to get in and out of here as soon as possible. Rolling the canvas cover back into place, I started up the hall.
“What do you think I should do?”
“Just start knocking on doors,” Keir said. “If nobody answers, open the damn thing and look.”
As I approached the first room, my heart was in my throat, but I did what I always do—pretend I belonged. Raising my fist, I knocked, and when there was no answer, I tried the handle. It gave way easily, and I stuck my head into the room. It looked like any other man’s bedroom. Minimal furniture and an unmade bed. Closing the door, I went to the next door, then the next. Every room was the same. Empty and untidy. Until I reached the fourth door. Where a rectangular sensor was fitted to the wall.
“Keir, this room has more security. A card sensor.”
“Try swiping the card we lifted from Ricky.”
The light on the sensor flashed green. Letting out a breath, I depressed the handle and pushed open the door. The light was off, and the curtains drawn. The only illumination was from the sliver of light the door let inside.
Something suddenly flew at my head, smashing into the wall beside me. The next thing I knew, Keir was pushing past me into the room, his gun raised.
“Keir,” I hissed. “What are you doing?”
Ignoring me, he surged forward, grabbing the person by the forearm and twisting it behind them.
“Let me go, you motherfucking cocksucker!” a woman with an American accent screeched.
Reaching behind me, I felt along the wall until I hit the light switch. Light flooded the room, and I turned to see Keir manhandling a young woman with jet-black hair and piercing gray eyes into the middle of the room.
“Let me go!”
“Who the fuck are you?” Keir demanded, shaking her violently.
“I’ve already told you. I won’t marry that red-headed cunt. There’s no way he’ll get his old, flaccid dick anywhere near me.”
Keir glanced over at me, and I shrugged.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
The woman turned her glare on me. “Are you one of the other concubines?” She spat the words at me with vitriol. “No one will ever convince me this isn’t as bad as I’m saying.”
“We aren’t part of Gannon’s clan,” Keir said.
“The fuck you aren’t,” she replied. “You’re all the fucking same.”
“We’re not,” I said. “He’s a member of a rival clan. We’re here looking for my sister.”
She turned her wide eyes to me. “Did she get sold off, too?”
