“Yeah, Declan’s the baby of the family,” I said, even though he was now twenty one. “My sister, Carla is the middle one. I’m the eldest. Your sister wouldn’t have met me. I’d be surprised if dad even mentioned me. I’m more…” I searched for a word that might explain what I did. “Freelance. I’m more of an independent contractor rather than a member of one particular mob.”

Keen eyes watched me and nodded slowly as she stroked her chin. “You’re either very dumb or very specialised then. If you were dumb you would have went to a bar last night and played up how connected you were. You didn’t.”

“I don’t need to.” She was smarter than I’d given her credit for – a bit too well educated in mob life than I would have suspected. “How do you know so much anyway?”

She became preoccupied with her hands, fidgeting with them before answering. “I work at Fitzy’s… I ah, hear stuff when I’m there.”

I knew exactly what went on in that bar. “You’d do well to forget anything you might hear in there – and you’d do even better not to repeat the fact you even listen.” I hoped the warning was clear in my voice, those fucks would kill her without a second thought. I unclenched my jaw, I didn’t like the thought of those guys being anywhere near her.

Even though it was supposed to be a one-night thing and in spite of the revelations, I didn’t want it to end like this. “Look, I really have to go, but I wanna meet you again – even just for a coffee?”

“Even when you know I work in Fitzy’s and about Lauren?” she had a point, but not one my cock was interested in.

“Well, yeah, babe. I wanna see you again.” Fuck you again.

A nervous smile crept up her face “I’m free tonight… that’s if Mae doesn’t have anything planned for us. She’s…” I could see Erin search for the right word, but also trying hard not to reveal too much.

“She hustles. I’ve met girls like her before.” I admitted and watched the relief and then fear pass over Erin’s eyes. “Babe, I really would love to spend some time with you again. Tonight, tomorrow night… whatever works for you.” Jesus, I was whipped already. I moved closer to her and she didn’t move away. I kissed her, hard. She’d be longing for more.

“How about dinner at Finlay’s tonight – say 8pm?” She beamed.

“I’ll be waiting… I’ve got a real hunger for dessert.”

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