Page 9 of Problems

"Who the fuck is a princess?" Jack growled.

"Language," Ronan chastised.

"Yeah, be a good proper princess and shut your mouth."

Jack's face grew red as he glared at me. There was a fight burning in his dark brown eyes. A fight I wanted to engage in. I had no delusions he could take me on, but it would be fun to knock him around a bit. He had some serious authority issues.

"This wasn't necessary," Finnian said. He put his gun away, always in control.

I wanted to see him lose control and be more like Jack.

"He needs to get dressed," Ronan said.

I shrugged and leaned against the back door. "Then let him."

"You can't be fucking serious," Jack asked. He glared at me as if he wanted my head to explode.

"Keep staring, sweetheart."

"Does he always talk this much?" Jack pulled the blanket up around him holding it close. "I liked it better when you were silent and creepy."

I didn't care for talking but teasing Jack came naturally. I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.

"I agree. Cian that's enough. Go finish setting up surveillance, the rest of the cameras are here," Finnian ordered. He looked over at Jack. "Now you see why I didn't want you in this back room."

Jack crossed his arms and the stubborn brat wasn't giving up. "I don't care, I'll be prepared next time."

"Doubt that princess. I watched you for a full five minutes and you didn't notice a thing."

"What?" Ronan and Jack shouted at the same time.

Finnian groaned. "You're changing rooms. End of discussion."

"The fuck I am. I'm staying in this room," Jack said.

The air in the bedroom went eerily still. A chill raced up my forearms and the need to grab a weapon made my fingers twitch at my side.

"I didn't ask," Finnian said.

Oh, this was getting good. I glanced at Jack as they had a stare-off. He met Finnian's gaze head-on. He held it longer than I'd imagined he would. Jack's eyes dropped away as his shoulders sagged.

"I want to stay in here."

Ronan's shoulders dropped and he pulled Jack against his side. He babied Jack way too much, no wonder he was so damn soft.

"I'm not here to give you what you want. Your father gave me a job and I will see to it that you are protected. Move rooms. Now." Finn glared at me. I expected him to reprimand me but instead, he turned on his heels. "Ronan help Jack pack his things. He can move to the room in the middle."

"What about me?" I batted my lashes at the other man. Finn's lips thinned and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in my head. I wanted to see him try.

"Are you always like this on a job?" Ronan asked. His dark curls were pushed back and his beard was trimmed close to his face. Being a bodyguard fit him nicely, I always thought he was too good for the work we did.

"I work alone for a reason."

"I can see why," Jack mumbled as he shoved his legs in a pair of sweats. He snatched up his bag. "I hate you."

My cock twitched for a second time, and I was starting to think it wasn't a coincidence.

Ronan sighed. "Jack, he's doing his job. I'm finishing up lunch, it's your favorite."

---