Honored_ An Alpha Mob Romance(70)

“Don’t do that again, you asshole,” she said.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

I held her there, feeling the weight of her body, hating myself for putting her through everything, until I heard Colin clear his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt . . .” he said slowly.

Ellie let go of me reluctantly.

“It’s all in the bag,” I said.

Colin walked over and crouched down. He unzipped its length and began to shuffle through the papers. He whistled.

“This is a ton of paperwork, man. How did you figure this all out?”

“It was all her, actually.”

Ellie shrugged. “I had a lot of time on my hands.”

Colin laughed. “Well, walk me through it.”

I watched her crouch down and started to pull out documents based on the color-coding system she had devised. I listened as she began to slowly lay it all out for him, the entire narrative, beginning to end, using the documents as evidence to back up everything.

Watching her, I had this weird moment. When we first met, she had been devastated and understandably in shock. But now she was brilliant and shining and gorgeous and holding her shit together better than I could have imagined. I didn’t think I could have pulled it all together without her, and hearing her explain it to Colin with such confidence and competence blew me away.

When she was finished, Colin whistled. “I’m really fucking impressed here.”

“You understand, though?” she asked.

“Yeah, I definitely understand. O’Brian is going to like this.”

She smiled, a genuine smile. It almost killed me.

“What’s next, Colin?” I asked.

He stood up. “Well, I’m going to report back to O’Brian, and then you guys are going to meet with him.”

“How soon?”

“Shit, tonight. This can’t wait, especially with that asshole still alive.” He gestured over at Max, still lying facedown, unmoving.

“You sure he’s not dead?”

Colin walked over and checked his pulse. “Nope, just unconscious.”

“Fine. We meet with O’Brian. How?”

He stood back up. “Got a phone?”

“Yeah.”

He walked over to me and held out his hand. “I’ll give you his personal cell. Call him tonight around five, and he’ll work it out with you.”

I dug the burner phone from my pocket and handed it to him. He typed a number in and saved it to contacts. He handed it back.

“Better get going before he wakes up,” Colin said.

“What about the papers?”

“Hold on to them. You’ll show O’Brian everything tonight.” He paused and gestured at Ellie. “I’d bring her along. I suspect she’s better at explaining it all than you are.”

I grinned. “Yeah, okay.”

He held out his hand, and I stared at it a second before grasping it.

“See you tonight, Liam. Everything’s going to change soon.”

I nodded. “Yeah. See you.”

We released and Colin turned and walked off. I grabbed the duffle and looked at Ellie. I gestured with my head for her to follow. We started off, back the opposite way.

At first, as we left the field and moved through the narrow streets, I couldn’t identify the feeling that was forcing itself up through my chest. But when Ellie slipped her small hand into mine and looked up at me with those sexy fucking eyes, I knew what it was and what it meant.

Things were going to change. Things already had changed.





Chapter Twenty-Six: Ellie


I gasped as Liam slipped his hand down my yoga pants and felt my soaking spot, kissing my neck gently. I wrapped my arms around his broad back and let myself get swept up in him for the hundredth time that week.

After the field and Colin’s sudden betrayal of Max, we met with Boss O’Brian. I never thought I’d like a mob boss, but O’Brian was surprisingly funny and charming. But once I showed him everything, the jokes were gone, and he was all ruthless business. They discussed when and where and how many guys and what other bosses would support them. It was a whirlwind of numbers and planning and violence.

But I didn’t mind. I wanted Colm Brennan to pay for everything he had put me and Liam through.

It was going down two days from that meeting, which was just enough time for O’Brian to get his people together and prepared, but not enough time to let Colm escape the city or to gather much of a force for himself. After the meeting, Liam and I went back to the safe house, where we spent the next forty-eight hours in and out of bed.

But mostly in bed. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t stop myself from climbing onto his body at every chance I got. I wanted to drown every worry in the back of my mind with his taste and his touch and the sweet, painful embrace of a leg-shaking orgasm.