Page 54 of Deadly Passion

I wink. “I’ve always been a sucker for a suicide mission.”

“We have to end this,” Seb agrees. “The Killers Club, I mean… not us…” He sighs in exasperation as I snicker. “Forget it, okay? So what will you say in a week when they come looking for answers?”

“We have to assume they’re already watching us,” Freddie says. “In the meantime, we need to get ahead of them. We need Ivy’s help to do that.”

“Which means we have to kill Trout,” I say, rubbing my hands in glee at the thought. He deserves to be force-fed his testicles after what he did to Ivy’s sister.

“Does Bram have any leads yet?” Freddie asks.

“He’s been looking,” Seb says, “but I think I might have found something in the meantime.”

“Why don’t you save the sleuthing for the pro?” I suggest.

“Shut up, Callen,” Seb hisses. “I’m being serious. I’ll show you.”

He leads us back to the living room. As we enter, Ivy makes her way down the stairs. My cock twitches at the sight of her round tits and her cheeks that are flushed in a just-been-fucked kind of way.

“Have you been trying to cook something?” She scrunches her nose. “It smells awful.”

Seb avoids eye contact, not wanting to admit to his terrible culinary skills. “We’ve ordered a takeaway.”

Seconds later, Bram’s heavy footsteps thud down the stairs. Their attempts at being inconspicuous aren’t fooling anyone. I can smell the sex wafting off them. Dirty fuckers.

“Seb,” Freddie barks, getting back to the matter at hand. “What’s your lead on Trout?”

“I heard from my brother,” Seb explains. “He sent me the guest list for Beatrice’s funeral. It turns out Trout is an old friend of the McGowan family, and he’s going to be there.”

Ivy’s face lights up in excitement. “That could work! We could—”

“I give the orders,” Freddie interrupts.

She puts her hands on her hips, accentuating her delicious proportions. “But this ismykill. He’s mine!”

Freddie edges forward. His lips curl, leaving her staring into the surly face of a monster in a suit. I’m not sure what’s making him madder: her questioning his authority or the prospect of Bram’s cum leaking into her panties. Either way, I wish I had some popcorn to watch their showdown.

Bram steps between them, jumping to her aid.

I roll my eyes and mutter, “Take off your shining armour already.”

Unless he’s wearing a bulletproof vest, he should never stand in the middle of a fight. Freddie must agree as he shoots Bram a warning glare that makes him bow his head and step back. Ivy’s got a sweet pussy, but Freddie is still the boss. We’re a family, and the Dukes come first. Bram needs to remember that before giving Ivy another cum shot.

“You’re not in the Killers Club anymore, Ivy,” Freddie hisses. She doesn’t blink when most men would be begging for mercy already. “The Dukes do things differently.”

“I’m not a Duke,” she says, feigning a yawn. Damn, it’s sexy to be around a woman with no regard for authority. “Who says I have to follow your rules?”

“As long as we have a deal, youwillfollow my rules.”

“Or, what? Will you get Callen to kill me?” Ivy taunts. I’m honoured to be the first name to roll off her tongue. “You need me.”

Unfortunately, she doesn’t know how right she is now that the Killers Club rejected our offer.

“Maybe I’ll kill you myself if you don’t fall in line,” Freddie threatens.

Her eyes widen in shock for a split second. She’s had it her way for too long. Her days of having everyone wrapped around her little finger are gone. She’s at our mercy; the sooner she realises it, the better.

“We’ll honour our deal,” Freddie says, “but don’t think that it changes anything. You’re not one of us, Ivy. You never will be.”

“Understood,” she replies in a cold, business-like manner. “I’m going to go back to my room. Save me a plate when the food arrives.” She narrows her eyes. “I wouldn’t want to intrude on your boys’ club.”

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