Chapter 9
ROWAN
“Conan,” I hiss, elbowing him in the arm.
He hisses, and I immediately know my mistake.
“Rowan.”
“I’m bored.”
He slaps me round the head.
“Ouch.”
I turn to him in the driver's seat and he’s grinning.
“You can’t hit me, I’m still recovering.”
He rolls his eyes.
“You ain’t the only one who has had a gun shot in their stomach recently.”
“Well, mine was more recent than yours.”
Finn pushes himself through the center console.
“I’ll put another fucking hole in both of you if you don’t shut up and concentrate. Eyes on the fucking warehouse.”
Conan shoots me a look, knowing we’re both in trouble, and I bite back a laugh.
But then I notice movement to my left.
“Hey, look,” I whisper to Conan.
A guy with his hood up creeps around the side of our warehouse.
“What the fuck is that in his hand?” Conan hisses.
I inch closer to the glass.
“If we parked closer, I could see,” I tell him.
“Want me to go and collect him?” I ask with a grin. Since getting shot, I’ve been itching to get back out in the field. Lying down all day is boring.
Being babysat by my twin brother is hell. I love him to death, but there’s a good reason we divided our house into two. I wonder how he’s getting on with his bride-to-be. He hasn’t replied to my texts since he landed.
“Not yet,” Finn snaps. “Let’s see what he’s doing.”
“Got it, boss.”
I keep my eyes fixed on the target and tap the gun on my lap. Patience isn’t my strong point.
“He’s dousing it in gasoline, I think.”
Conan grumbles.
“Good thing I emptied out all the product this morning, ain’t it?” I mutter.
We only use this small warehouse for overstock. Usually for the sniff going to the Volkovs in Vegas. Me and Reggie do monthly shipments to him. So now, I got a whole room of cocaine in my spare room.
“Are we letting him burn it down?” I ask, as the brothers both seem unbothered with the scene unfolding.
“If we take him now, he won’t tell us shit. It will be a pointless kill for us, intelligence wise. But, if we let him think he’s got away with it, follow him, track him, it might lead us to someone up the chain.”
I rest my head on the cool glass.
“We’ll get you a kill soon, Rowan.” Conan taps my shoulder.
He gets it. This thirst for blood. We all have it, hence why we work well together. They took me and Reggie in, and we grew up like them. Learning the ways of the world from their late father, Seamus.
“I feel like an addict that needs a fix. I swear it’s giving me a headache,” I groan.
Finn chuckles.
“You’ve got your Decadence games soon. That’ll boost our hit list. You can come with me to kill them, seeing as Steph will be far too pregnant to help me.”
I chuckle. I love the fact Finn has found a wife that matches his psycho ways. They’re perfectly crazy. And absolutely lethal together.
“Oh, there it is.” Conan flinches as his warehouse goes up in flames. The guy hops in his car and speeds off down the gravel. And Conan turns the engine of his Range Rover on.
“Let’s go stalking.” I clap my hands.
That’s something, I suppose.
“You heard anything from Reggie?” Conan asks as he slows down to give us distance from the truck we’re tailing.
I frown. “Nah. Nothing.”
I’m still pissed he didn’t want to take me to London with him. We come as a pair. Literally. I suppose I better get used to being further down the order of importance in his life.
Once he has a wife, no matter what he says, it will change our dynamics.
“Bella better not start causing too many issues, we need Reggie on his game to take down The Preacher, not whipping some brat into shape,” Finn mutters from the backseat.
Oh, he’d get a lot of enjoyment out of that.
“She sounds kinda fun. I like the wild type,” I chuckle, and the brothers join.
“Yeah. Well, I guess that’s the beauty of twins, if she can’t get on with Reggie, we can tag you in.”
My eyes go wide.
“I don’t want to marry anyone, thanks.”
That’s not ever something I’ve envisioned in my future. I didn’t think I’d even make it to thirty, and I’ve still got a year left to make it.