Page 110 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

I headed downstairs and stopped in my tracks when I saw Lock in the kitchen, drinking a mug of coffee as if he lived here. “Please, make yourself at home.”

“I did,” he grinned, holding up his mug.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked, looking around for the others. Where the fuck were Chase and Patrick? I walked over to the cabinet, putting my back to him for just a moment. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, but working as an arms dealer made me suspicious of everyone.

“Heard you’re thinking of taking down Ambrose.”

“News travels fast,” I said, walking back over to the table and taking a seat across from him. “It’s an idea. Not sure if we can pull it off.”

“Why not?”

“We need a fall guy.”

“You have someone in the basement.”

My eyebrows rose at his declaration. “You’re well informed.”

“Relax,” he finally said, setting down his mug. “Chase called.”

I glanced at my watch, wondering when all this happened. “I haven’t been gone that long. I literally just took a shower.”

“He called last night. Cash wasn’t sure he was going to send us. That’s probably why he didn’t say anything. But I made a stop along the way and picked something up for you that could be useful.”

“And what’s that?”

He just stared at me. “I can’t just tell you. Where’s the fun in that?” He took another sip of his coffee. “You look better. How’s the head?”

“Surprisingly clear. I took the day off yesterday and stayed in bed.”

“No shit? I did not see that coming.”

“Well, Jade had a rough couple of days. I was trying to keep her in bed.”

“Looks like you did a better job than she did. You lasted a whole hour before you got out of bed.”

“I had shit to do.”

He shook his head. “Whatever. What about Chase? Still stubborn as ever?”

“Of course I’m stubborn,” Chase muttered as he walked in the room. “I have to be with this dumb fuck running things.”

I flipped him off. “Nice of you to tell me we had house guests.”

“I figured it would be a nice surprise. I know how much you love those.”

“I like them about as much as I like jumping out of a plane.”

“Did someone say plane?” Scottie asked as he walked into the room, followed by Edu and Brock.

“Great, the whole peanut gallery is here,” I muttered.

“Hey, we’re here to save your ass,” Scottie said as he walked over and pulled out a chair, turning it around to sit in with his arms resting over the back.

“My ass doesn’t need saving, and the last time you tried to save me, you nearly dropped me off a cliff.”

“Because you were wearing dress shoes. What is the number one rule in this business?”

I glanced at the others, then back at him. “I wasn’t aware there was a number one rule. I thought there were just a bunch of rules that we all called number one.”

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