Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
G et Back
Dean
“This is why my pen is fire. Yes, Dean. Yes,” I murmur to myself as I sit at my desk in my office.
I’m back. I’m writing again thanks to Ronan and his insatiable, fine, domineering ass. For the last month, the man has been pounding my ass out every night. I have been to his home religiously after taking care of mom and her appointments during the day and getting some writing done.
My mom has been concerned about where I’ve been. I told her I’ve been hanging out with friends for book research. She may have bought that, but then she started in on me needing to settle down with someone who can inspire me, or at least look after me while I’m out.
I’m not ready to tell her about Ronan. I think part of the reason is because I haven’t come clean with him about my life. He has managed to distract me each time I’ve asked how he learned my true identity.
I haven’t pushed because things are going so well. Ronan doesn’t pry and doesn’t ask for much. I have seen glimpses of his possessiveness, but I can handle that.
Dating him has been easy. He plans some of the sweetest dates and I love our late-night banter. I like that he seems to make time for me.
His phone rings enough to tell me his business is a busy one. I’m thinking he might be in the hospitality business. With his charm, I can see that being a fit.
I giggle to myself each time my author brain says he’s just like me. Living a double life with a crew who follow his orders and keep his business running. Ruthless and as dangerous as I am.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. I’ve been waiting on a call from Lyric. Apparently, Bujar has come back to New York and is out of hiding.
“Hello, what’s the word?”
“We’re all set. Casanova and Brando were all over it. They ate that bullshit right up,” Lyric responds.
“Good,” I purr.
It’s time we have a face-to-face so I can make good on my word. I had Lyric promise those two knuckleheads a spot in my organization as long as they get Bujar to the location in Brooklyn I set up for a meet. Since Bujar’s brother follows him like a little puppy. I have no doubt he will be there with him.
“Did you set up what I asked for?”
“Everything is in place. I’d hate to be them.”
“Don’t ever give me a reason to make it so.”
“Not planning on it.”
“See you tonight.”
“Later, boss,” Lyric says and ends the call.
I sigh and look at the time. I thought about using Ronan as an alibi, but he had to cancel. That’s for the best because I’m not pushing this off for another day and I would hate to drag him in the middle of my shit.
Right as I’m thinking of him, he sends me a text.
Ronan: I’ll be late tonight, but I still want to see you. I can come to you after my meeting.
I bite my lip and think this over. I’ll be out late handling business as well, but do I want to chance him and Mom crossing paths? I rub my temples in thought.
Maybe this will get her off my back. The woman has been talking about booking a trip to Vegas for the two of us as if she can find me a husband on the Strip. I’ve thought of inviting Ronan along a time or two, but I’m happy just to be able to spend time with Mom.
I’ll let her try to find me a husband while we’re there, as long as I get to watch her have fun and live her life. I shake my head. There is no way I’m placing those two in a room together.
Me: Sorry, babe. I can’t tonight. How about breakfast? I’ll be at your door first thing in the morning.
Ronan: If that means I get you to myself for the day ... Deal.
Me: See you in the morning.
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Ronan
I’m pissed I had to cancel my date with Dean, but the moment Tadhg called to let me know Bujar is back on the grid, I knew I had to handle this situation now. No one threatens my woman and lives to make good on that threat.
Tadhg found out about some meeting Bujar plans to attend tonight. It’s in Brooklyn at some old chop shop. I plan to be there.
I guarantee he’s not leaving that place alive. Because I had to track him down, a conversation isn’t an option any longer. Since I’ll have to go the night without my woman in my arms, I’m going to make it painful.
I’ve been balls deep inside Dean nearly every night since the auction. Not having my fill tonight is going to aggravate me until I have her in my arms again. I find myself anxious when she’s away from me and I still haven’t figured out why. Or should I say I refuse to think about why?
Waking with her lush body pressed to mine has awakened something in me I never thought I’d feel again. I’m becoming more and more possessive of her with each passing day. I enjoy the softer side of her that I don’t believe she shares with anyone else.
“Boss, they’re here. There’s someone already inside. Are ya sure ya don’t want me to come in with ya?” Oisín breaks into my thoughts through the ear comm.
“Aye, I can handle myself. Ya make sure no one else enters,” I reply.
“What about the others already here?”
“This will be their unlucky day. Wrong place, wrong time. They’ll die with them.”
“As ya wish. I’m here if ya need me.”
I give it about fifteen minutes before I climb from my SUV. I want to give it time to see if anyone else arrives, as well as give Bujar time to settle into whatever business he has here. When I see no one else enter and I feel enough time has passed, I hop out with my rifle and move stealthily to the back entrance.
Once I slip inside, I cling to the blind spots. I find a clear view of Dalmat but Bujar is just outside my view. They are talking with two other guys.
A quick glance around allows me to assess the situation. If I take this head-on, they’ll have a chance to fire back. However, I see a better position for a clean shot at Bujar.
I can take the kill and exit the building swiftly. It’s just a few well-timed steps across the way. Suddenly, Bujar takes a few steps forward.
Right as he does, I gain a clear shot. I lift my rifle and aim. I pull the trigger at the same time a loud sound comes from above.
I look on in confusion. As the reality of what I’m seeing begins to make sense in my head, I begin to grow hard. I’m in fucking love.
My woman is standing on top of an engine that’s suspended in the air by chains. She’s dressed in heels, jeans, and a leather jacket. The chains lowering her and the engine are the sound that has my attention. She lands right on top of Bujar.
If my shot didn’t take him out, the engine she just landed on him with has smashed his neck in and crushed his skull. Without a second thought, she lifts a gun and puts a bullet through Dalmat’s head as she steps down from the engine Bujar is now splattered under. I turn my rifle on the guy who suddenly appears, ready to blow his head off, until I realize he’s with her.
He hands her what looks like a backpack, but I know better. It’s the tank of a flamethrower. She straps it on her and turns to the other two.
“So you want a promotion?” She starts. “Do you remember the first time Lyric brought you two around me? You assumed I was just his girl or something.”
“Lyric, son. What’s this about?” One of the two says.
“I’m talking to you,” Danika snarls. “Don’t say another fucking word to him. You had your time to talk to him. Like when you should have been telling him about the extra cargo you were adding to your shipments for these pieces of shit.
“The disrespect and disloyalty on you two. Did you really think you’d get away with that shit?”
“Yo, who the fuck is this bitch?” The other one snarls.
Danika tilts her head to the side with a grin on her lips. There’s this crazed look in her eyes I can see through my scope that’s turning me on. Releasing a maniacal laugh, she points the flamethrower.
“I’m the new pale horse.” Both of their eyes widen as she says this. It’s clear they know death has come to their door. This is the face unseen. “This is my shit, and you’ve pissed me the fuck off,” she finishes.
With that, she roasts the two fuckers. If I ever doubted the fact that she’s Demarco, I have seen it with my own two eyes now. My woman is deadly and crazy.
With a grin on my lips, I back out the way I came. I did what I came to do. Bujar will never send anyone to threaten what’s mine ever again.
“We’re done here. Meet me at the car now,” I say into the comm to Oisín.