Page 50 of Illicit Heir

Cathal mumbles, "I can't believe ya got us into this."

"Stop your fucking complaining," I order. I move the flashlight around and find the containers that need to be moved. They're full of ammo, guns, and bombs.

"We better get going," Tynan says, grabbing one of the cases and putting it on a cart.

We spend hours moving all of the illegal items. When we finish, it's early into the next evening.

I climb the ladder and step back in the crisp air, which barely relieves me. The stench seems to have seeped into my pores.

As soon as I get to my flat, I scrub my body half a dozen times with soap, but it barely touches the stench. I finally give up and crawl into bed, exhausted but unable to turn off my mind.

All I can think about is Lauren and Caleb. How could she be with him? Is he the one who choked her? Then my cock aches, reminiscing about how she came on it while I cut off her air supply.

"Fuck, I got to get this lass out of my head," I scold myself.

I try to sleep, but I can't. So I get out of bed and hit the floor, doing rounds of push-ups. Yet I can't shake the thoughts of Caleb putting his hands on her neck, kissing those plump lips, or taking her in all the ways I did.

Does she like it as much as she liked what I did to her?

No, she couldn't.

What if she does?

It doesn't matter.

What if she's into Caleb?

Who cares?

Get a grip, I order myself, but I can't shake it.

I roll over and start doing sit-ups until my torso can't take anymore. It doesn't help either. Then I stand and do jumping jacks until I'm covered in sweat.

I take another shower, wishing I could smell Lauren on me instead of the rotten sewage stench that seems to be clinging to me.

The more I think about Caleb, the more intense the sewage stench gets, and then I picture Lauren's face in my mind.

I need to see her again.

What am I saying?

That lass is nothing but trouble, I remind myself.

I get out of the shower, dry off, and put the towel around me. Then I pace my bedroom, unsure why I'm so unsettled.

She's just a woman. I've had tons of them. I can go get anyone I want.

So why am I so obsessed with her?

I'm not obsessed.

I am.

The sun peeks through the clouds when I make another move that I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. I'm too far into this, even though I know I shouldn't be.

I pick up my phone and hit the call button.

Samuel, one of our men who's infiltrated the O'Learys, answers, "Devin, long time."

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