Chapter 64 Gennadiy
GENNADIY
A half hour later, I was glaring at a familiar set of double doors.
“We don’t have a choice,” said Alison, running a calming hand over my back.
“I know,” I said tightly. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.” I took a deep breath...and opened the doors.
This time, it was night, and Finn’s bar was packed full and deafeningly loud.
Finn himself had decided to take a turn tending bar and was filling a beer glass while flirting shamelessly with the pretty blonde he was serving.
When he saw us, his face split into a wide, teasing grin.
“Gennadiy! Saw the cops breaking down your front door on TV. Did they let you go already?”
I glowered at him and jerked my head: we need to talk.
He leaned in and whispered something to the blonde, which made her giggle.
Then he vaulted over the bar, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into a kiss.
When he moved away, he tangled his fingers with hers, looking back at her and keeping the connection until the very last second.
The blonde looked like she might swoon. Even Alison looked a little swoony. I glowered even harder.
Finn slapped me on the back and led the way to a private lounge, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the bar as he passed. The lounge was full, but one look from Finn and it emptied instantly. He fell into a leather couch, swigging from the bottle as he did, and looked at us expectantly.
Alison filled him in on what Grushin had been doing and why we needed the Irish. Finn grinned. He couldn’t stop grinning. “So what you’re saying is...you need my help.”
“Yes,” said Alison.
He gave her a filthy smile. “Much as I love to hear the word yes from your sweet lips, I want to hear it from him.” And he looked at me.
I felt the anger rise and swell in my chest, a hurricane that just needed to be given a target.
But then I thought of the people from the submarine.
The women. The child. I took a deep breath.
..and crushed the anger down, crystallizing it into a weapon to use against Grushin. “Yes,” I told Finn. “I need your help.”
Finn grinned...but it wasn’t quite as smug as I’d expected. He must have known what it took for me to say that. He stood and called for his brothers. “Alright, then. Let’s go get the bastard.”