Epilogue I
EPILOGUE I
DAIRE
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The blood hitting the floor echoed around the basement. The steady beat was an applause for Fionn. I smirked, a deep-seated and revenge-fueled satisfaction sliding through me until it settled low in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if I was horny or not from the sight in front of me.
Sloan was in jail after being officially arrested, which was what we’d expected to happen. He’d had his arraignment where he’d plead not guilty, and the judge had set the indictment for forty-five days, giving us time to make some arrangements when it came to the grand jury. Since then, Fionn and Conall had taken over as the bosses like Sloan wanted.
Fionn flicked his wrist, dancing the knife he was holding in a circle. The silver blade gleamed under the low lights as he stepped in closer to one of his victims hanging upside down by a rope attached to his ankles. The man struggled, but the more he moved, the more blood trickled from the slice in his neck onto the floor.
“What did you call me last year?” Fionn tapped the handle of the knife against his bottom lip in thought.
He’d never looked hotter than he did now, outfitted in his blood-spattered white dress shirt with a predatory glint in his eyes. He was hungry for vengeance. Since Sloan had gone to jail, he’d stepped up and taken control of the Company alongside Conall. They were unstoppable together, and I couldn’t be prouder.
“Hmm, I believe it was The Little Bitch , right?” He turned to look at Ronan, who stood beside me with the stoicism of any good bodyguard. “I did hear them correctly, didn’t I, Ronan? They called me a little bitch and said I wouldn’t last a week as boss.” He idly grabbed the man’s hip and pushed him, letting him swing.
Ronan nodded sharply, the corner of his mouth twitching as though he was holding back a smile. “They did, sir. You heard perfectly.”
The guy Fionn was standing in front of—Hopkins—whimpered. “I’m...I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry. Please. Please .”
Fionn hummed and rocked on his feet in thought. “No, I don’t think I’ll forgive you. You mocked me. Men have died for less.”
“I won’t do it again. I won’t.” Hopkins sobbed, tears joining in with the blood on his face. He struggled against his restraints, wriggling and attempting to kick, but we’d tied him too tightly for all that. “Please, sir.”
His friend, Miller, groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. He was taking longer than Hopkins, and he had yet to find out what waking up would entail. I suspected he’d react like Hopkins had—crying, begging, believing the entire situation was one big mistake.
“Too late.” Fionn pressed the knife against Hopkins’s neck again, effectively stopping his twisting, as if that would save him from another slice in his delicate meat sack. “You should’ve shut your mouth from the beginning.”
Pride struck me firmly in the chest, making my lungs swell with emotion. A week and a half after Sloan had been arrested, and Fionn had truly stepped up. He’d shown his true strength, and I knew Sloan would be as proud as me. Fionn didn’t need me to guide him. He and Conall did an amazing job by themselves. They had both been paying attention to Sloan all this time. I was only here for support.
Instead of cutting Hopkins’s throat and ending it all, like I’d expected, Fionn drove the knife into Hopkins’s stomach, eliciting a pained scream from his victim. Hopkins struggled, crying harder, and Fionn’s smirk was downright sexy as fuck.
He stepped back, leaving the blade lodged in Hopkins. Blood smeared his palms and fingers. Without a care in the world, he held out his hand to one of our men at his right. Duffy quickly grabbed a wet cloth and passed it to him so Fionn could wipe his hands.
Duffy hesitated, something akin to admiration flashing in his blue eyes. He was a compact man, one of the shortest guys we had in the Company, but he had wide shoulders, a blond military fade, and a background in the army. He’d probably seen all kinds of shit overseas, so the fact that Fionn had his respect spoke volumes for how much Fionn had grown.
“Thank you, Duffy.” Fionn gave him back the cloth and crossed his arms. He glanced at me, and I winked.
The smile I got in return did all kinds of things to my insides, and desire joined the pride. This was my boy. Mine. He’d come so far in the small amount of time he’d stepped up. He’d shown the confidence that I’d seen in Sloan at Fionn’s age. The things I wanted to do to him after this would make a porn star blush.
My cock throbbed and pressed against my underwear. It took a lot of effort not to reach down and give myself a squeeze. Now wasn’t the time or the place, but it was tempting.
Miller had begun to wake up and realize what was happening around him. He wriggled, a gargled yell catching in his throat. Unlike Hopkins, who convinced his little minions to be assholes, Miller was a follower. He was weak—the proverbial sheep that Sloan liked to speak about. Yet Fionn wanted to make an example of what happened to men who followed bad role models as well as led a rebellion of words or actions.
Fionn shushed him. “I’ll deal with you next.”
Miller opened his mouth, but I grabbed a cloth from the workbench and stalked over to him, shoving it between his lips. He stared at me with wide eyes.
“The boss said shut your mouth.” I smirked and stepped back to my original position.
“Thank you, Daire.” Fionn’s voice was smooth and calm.
I bowed my head toward him. “You’re welcome, sir.”
The men needed to know who was in charge. Out here, it was Fionn and Conall. In the bedroom was a different story, but that came later. I’d show Fionn just how hot he looked when we were behind closed doors. I’d be his Daddy.
Fionn grasped the handle of the knife lodged in Hopkins’s stomach and jerked it out, blood arcing and splattering across Fionn’s white dress shirt and over his exposed skin. He’d rolled his sleeves up earlier, leaving his forearms bare. His veins strained as he closed his fingers around the knife in a tight grip, and my mouth watered. What kind of pervert was I that the sight of my boy dripping with blood was hot?
“Daire.” Fionn glanced toward me again, and I straightened, shoving aside my filthy, vulgar but delicious thoughts.
“Yes, sir?”
“Do we have other men who can do Hopkins’s job?” He raised his eyebrows, eyes glinting with smugness.
I nodded. “Yes, sir. Plenty.”
“Hm. And are they loyal and have they run their mouths about me?”
Hopkins’s sob echoed around the basement, and he sounded like a wounded cow. Snot oozed out of his nostrils and ran up his cheeks and toward his forehead as he cried louder. “Please, sir. Please.”
I eyed Hopkins, pleasure for his downfall simmering low in my gut. When Fionn had told me what they’d said about him, I was downright furious. If I’d been given permission, I would’ve rained hell down on him and Miller, but it was Fionn who’d wanted to dole out the punishment, and what a great job he’d been doing. He wasn’t just going to kill them; he was dragging it out and torturing them.
“Any other man who can do his job is loyal to you, sir.” I grinned menacingly at Hopkins.
“Good, then his death won’t affect us.” Fionn spun toward him, and before Hopkins could utter a word, Fionn sliced his throat. Hopkins gagged and gurgled on blood. His mouth opened and closed, and his nostrils flared like he was trying to suck in precious air.
Fionn stared—he was a man possessed by the sight in front of him. Enamoured might have been a better word. This was the first life he’d taken so cruelly, and he looked as beautiful as a vengeful angel.
Miller yelled and struggled harder. I stepped toward him and smacked him over the head with my open palm.
“Shut up.”
Fionn shook his head at me and held out the knife in his bloody hand. “Finish him off for me, Daire. I made my point. Let’s show Miller what a loyal soldier looks like.”
I inclined my head and took the knife from him. “Of course, sir. Anything for my boss.” I sent Fionn a smirk as I headed toward Miller. He trembled. Good . I wanted him to be afraid.
Fionn shifted over to the side of the room where I’d been and took a seat. He threw a leg over his knee and leaned back. He was a sight to behold—a king on his throne, and in this basement, I was his to command.
“Make it hurt.” Fionn raised his chin, and in that moment, I saw all the training that Sloan had given him. This man was Sloan’s son.
“With pleasure, sir.”
Blood pooled on the floor beneath both bodies by the time I was done. The men were already working on cleaning the mess up when I reached out for Fionn and took him upstairs. When the blood was gone from our skin and we were in new suits, I dragged him toward me and cupped his face, kissing him deeply.
He tasted like the olives he’d eaten out of the jar earlier.
“Let’s go for a ride, boy,” I murmured against his lips.
He shivered and gripped my shoulders with the desperation I saw from him when he was about to come apart under my hands. “Ride? Like on your bike?”
His entire face lit up in excitement. A lot had happened over the last few months, from the bomb, to Fionn working out Diaz’s notebook, to Donal, and then Fionn being injured at the bar fight. Finally, Sloan was arrested and sent to jail. We hadn’t had the chance to just have fun, and because of that, I hadn’t taken him on my bike yet like I’d promised.
“Yeah. What do you say you let your Daddy take care of you for a while?” I kissed the corner of his mouth, catching a taste of the olive juice there. He reminded me of a dirty martini, salty and perfect. I couldn’t get enough of him. I had a lot of years to make up for, and I’d told him I’d do everything in my power to earn his forgiveness. “I’ll make the missed work time worth it.”
“You always do, Daddy Daire.” Fionn slid his tongue across my jaw and nuzzled right under my ear. “You can have me whenever you want me. I’ll just text Conall, and then we can go.”
“Mm-hmm.” I patted him on the ass. “You do that, boy. I’ll get supplies.”
He leaned back and grinned at me. “Why do I like the sound of that?”
I waggled my eyebrows at him, and he laughed. The sound worked warmth through me. Seeing a happy Fionn was worth everything. While I’d hurt him, now I could heal him and give him the world he deserved.
He pulled out his phone, and I went around to my side of the bed—at least, the side I slept on when we stayed at the mansion. I grabbed out a few packets of lube from the cabinet and shoved them into my pocket, then decided to get a few more just in case.
When he was done, I slid my fingers through his and led him out of his bedroom, down the grand staircase, and toward the front door. Mr. Hopper nodded at us when we passed, his grave expression nothing new, but he’d taken Sloan’s arrest harder than I’d expected. He looked a lot older than usual.
We grabbed extra jackets on the way out and slid them on. It was still cool outside, and it was colder on the bike with the wind against our faces.
Once we were outside, I gestured to the Ducati. Fionn had stayed the night at the mansion, while I’d gone home to handle some business. I’d brought back the bike this morning. “Ready for the ride of your life, baby boy?”
His lips twitched and the late afternoon sun glimmered over his hair, making it shiny. “I’ve already had the ride of my life, and it wasn’t on a bike.”
I laughed loudly. “Brat.”
His grin nearly split his face before he bounced toward the bike with an excitement that had my chest feeling floaty. The boss of the Killough Company was gone, leaving behind my happy boy, and I loved this side of him as much as I did when he was confident and in charge.
The sleek black Ducati shimmered in the afternoon sun, and I stopped to appreciate the fine lines of the vehicle—I couldn’t help it. I loved my toys, but not as much as my boy.
“Come on, Deedee, let’s go.” Fionn waved his hand to usher me forward impatiently, and I shook my head.
“Didn’t we talk about that nickname?” I walked toward the bike. I’d hooked two helmets on either handlebar earlier in the day, anticipating taking him for a ride. I grabbed the deep forest green helmet and turned toward him to place it over his head. I was careful, taking my time to make sure the buckle was securely fastened under his chin. He deserved to be cared for.
“Blah blah. That’s all I hear. Let’s go! Fifi and Deedee, taking a ride on the town. It’s like Thelma and Louise but gayer.” He winked through the open visor, the mischievousness beautiful to see now that he’d transformed some of his former anger and jealousy into confidence.
This was the real Fionn, the man he should’ve been the entire time. He’d grown and spread his wings, letting go of the grudges that had ruled his existence.
“I can’t decide if I want to laugh or spank you later for being a brat.”
“Both. Both is good.”
I groaned and slammed on my black helmet before I slid onto the bike. I hit the ignition, and she roared to life. “Hop on behind me, boy. Keep your arms around me, and remember what I said before. Move with us, not against.”
“Yes, Daddy Daire.” He flipped down the visor and nearly jumped onto the passenger seat behind me. I had to keep the Ducati steady, and I held in the urge to reprimand him, reminding myself that he was excited.
He thumped his hands on my shoulders. “Let’s gooooooo.”
I reached back and clutched his arm before dragging it around my waist. “The other one, too,” I ordered loudly so he could hear me over the vibrations.
He did as I’d instructed and cuddled me, his grip tight as he snuggled against my back.
“Good boy,” I said.
He shivered so hard I felt it. I patted his arm as I began to drive. I was careful as we first got onto the street—and he moved with me in the way I wanted him to—but as we made it onto the bypass, I picked up speed. I zoomed past cars, zipping in and out between them like I always did, and Fionn followed my lead as if he’d been on the bike his entire life.
I caressed his wrist under his jacket in praise. He’d know what it meant.
Fionn hooted joyfully, and the sound was music to my ears. I’d never get enough of it. He let go of me, and I quickly checked my rearview mirror to see his visor up and him spreading his arms wide, feeling the wind on his face. The move was dangerous, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to order him to hold on to me again. Instead, I gripped his thigh near my hip, holding him tightly to make sure he didn’t fall while I slowed down slightly.
He whooped and pumped his hand in the air. “This is freedom!”
He must’ve been shouting as that was the only way I’d be able to hear him. Despite my apprehension and fear, I chuckled and patted him on the thigh. To my relief, he finally hugged me again, plastering himself to my back.
I took us off the bypass toward one of the quieter beaches. Most of the time it was empty because not many people—except locals—knew about it.
As I slowed down at the residential streets, a chill against my chest made me shiver and I glanced down. I realized a few buttons to my dress shirt were open, which sometimes happened when I rode the bike in a suit.
“Fuck.” I shook my head and grabbed my shirt, keeping it together.
“What’s wrong?” Fionn shouted over my shoulder. He reached around and found the issue right away, though, and he dipped his fingers under my hand and between the open buttons to tickle my chest and stomach.
Warmth spread through me like a wildfire, and my cock hardened under his caress. He knew all the right spots to touch me, and my body was reacting. Thank fuck I’d brought the lube. The vibrations of the Ducati weren’t helping my situation.
Fionn slid his hand from my shirt and went lower to cup and squeeze my cock.
I groaned. “Fuck, boy.” I didn’t know if he could hear me, but I was sure he could feel what he was doing to me.
I needed to find a quiet spot and fast .
The perfect place came close to the beach in a parking lot with no cars and no houses around. I flew into a spot and turned off the bike. Rays of sunlight danced over the ocean, and it couldn’t get any more romantic if I tried. My bike, my boy, and a beautiful location.
Fionn dismounted, and I was right behind him so I could grasp his helmet and rip it off before doing the same to mine. I dropped them on the ground as gently as I could with how excited I was, and yanked him into a hard kiss. He whimpered, shoving onto tiptoe so he could rock his hard cock against mine.
“Daddy,” he moaned into my mouth, desperate and hungry. “Please.”
I’d been waiting all day for this moment, and nothing was going to stop me from taking what I wanted. I’d fantasized about fucking him since he’d first had Hopkins and Miller dragged into the basement.
I flipped him around so he was facing the Ducati. “Hands on the seat, boy. Don’t knock my baby over, got it?”
He whined, and a tremble worked its way through his body. “Yes, Daddy Daire. Please. I’m so fucking hard.”
I growled low in my throat and worked at getting his pants and underwear around his knees, then dug into my pockets and pulled out the lube packets. I shoved my pants down, too. Hot lust burned its way through me, and the need for him had me nearly bursting. My cock throbbed even as the cool air tickled around it.
He thrust his ass back toward me. “ Daddy .”
“I’m trying, boy. I’m trying.”
I was so far gone that I didn’t care if anyone saw us. At this rate, I’d probably come as soon as I was inside him. I dropped a packet and grunted in frustration, but I finally managed to get one between my teeth so I could tear it open. There was no finesse in the way I smeared my fingers with lube and pushed them into Fionn’s hole. I was gentle, yet rough, and by the way Fionn moaned, he loved every second.
He arched his back, raising his ass up higher for me. The bike wobbled as he gripped it tighter. “Fuck yes. Right there. Please, I want your cock, Daddy Daire.”
I didn’t have the mental capacity for speech. All my blood was in my cock. I stretched him as much as I could before my patience disappeared and the desperation took control. I needed to feel his tightness around me, sucking me into him until I was balls deep.
I snatched the packet of lube I’d dropped and ripped it open, which was a little harder this time now that my fingers were coated in it, but I managed. Once I had the lube spread on my cock, I dropped the trash and lined myself up to his perfect hole. The moment I began to enter, my world narrowed in on the overwhelming pleasure of home —that’s what Fionn was to me in every way. He let me be inside him while also being a part of his life. He was everything to me, and I wanted to marry him.
The thought made me pause. Marry? I smiled. Yeah. I’d love to make him my husband.
“Move, Daddy.” Fionn rocked his hips backward, and I slid in more with the movement.
I groaned. “Fuck, boy.” I clasped his hips, my nails digging into his delicate skin, and thrust deep into him. We both moaned at the sensation of being connected.
He whined and whimpered, searching over his shoulder, and I knew what he needed. I plastered my chest against his back, our clothes a barrier I hated right now, and kissed him as I started to fuck him. I began gently, one small thrust after another, before our lust engulfed us and I couldn’t hold back. We were needy and hungry for each other, and this wasn’t one of those slow, tender moments.
I straightened and fucked into him hard. He slapped the seat of the Ducati, his sobs and pleas fueling me to thrust even faster. The area was quiet around us, and other than the birds chirping, the only sounds were our moans and my balls slapping against his ass.
“Let me touch myself, please. Please, Daddy.”
I grunted. “Yes, come for me. Show Daddy how much you love his cock, boy.”
He spat in his palm, and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew he’d grabbed a hold of himself. Skin on skin noises echoed around us, and some birds in a tree to the right of us flew away. The crashing waves farther down the beach was a distant song in my ears, but all I really cared about was the moans coming from Fionn.
Pleasure built in my spine, and I was close. “Daddy wants to come, boy. Do you think you can come for me first?”
He whined. “Yes, Daddy Daire. Just a little more....” A gasp slipped from him, then another moan before he stiffened and his cum spurted across the black leather seat of the Ducati and down the side.
I wasn’t far behind him, the urge to fill him up sending me over the orgasm cliff. I braced, my back going rigid as I unloaded inside him. I hissed as a few shivers worked their way through me until my balls were empty. I was sensitive as fuck and had no choice but to pull out.
Drops of cum came with me, splattering across the asphalt. “Fuck, boy, you’re beautiful.”
Fionn laughed as he yanked up his pants, but he didn’t do them up as he turned to me. His flushed cheeks highlighted his prettiness. “Was I a good boss, Daddy?”
“The best, boy.” I didn’t care to deal with my pants. My spent cock could hang out. I dragged him closer and laid a kiss on his forehead. “Such a good boy.”
He shuddered and moaned. “Thank you for the ride, Daddy.”
“Which one?” I nuzzled his cheek, inhaling the scent of his sweat. Perfect.
He chuckled. “Both, of course.”