And it wasn’t like we had proof. Aside from them possibly tying back the attack on Heaven’s ex to the guy, the police would be fucking useless.
“What about the texts?” Isaac prompted. “Can those be used against him?”
“Perhaps. If Dante testified, made his hell public. And with the money backing him, it’s not like Hathaway’ll have a public defender. Bastard probably won’t see any jail time.”
No, America’s beloved justice system wasn’t what they needed. It had failed Dante before, Ian had no intention of sitting back and watching it fail him again.
“Don’t even think about it,” Isaac warned, lifting his head. “We’re not going that route.”
I didn’t respond.
“Ian.” Isaac’s eyes shot up to the stairs, then back to me. He proceeded to enlighten me in our native tongue. “There’s no turning back if you do this. They’ll own you … us … forever. They’re the whole reason Dad brought us to America, to get us out of that life before it was too late.”
I did know that. Our father hadn’t been a corporate type like I’d told Dante and Heaven, hadn’t come to the US for a job. He’d gotten us out of Ireland because he didn’t want the Irish mob to get their hands on us. We’d been riding a fine line up to that point.
“You promised me.”
I glared at Isaac. Damn him.
“We’ll take care of this ourselves,” Isaac said, back to English. “We can keep him safe. For a little while longer.”
I nodded. “Fine. We’ve got another week before we’ll be shipped out on some job.” I pushed to my feet. “But if we don’t have him by then, I’m making that call.”
Isaac stared at me. “It won’t come to that.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Everly called from upstairs.
My brother and I shared another look, then tabled the argument for later.
After dinner, Everly talked us into getting into the pool. We indulged her while Dante slipped back into his room. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and I knew Isaac was having the same problem. The man was haunted by the demons of his past, and this bastard had tormented him for too fucking long. How anyone hadn’t stepped in to stop it, I would never know.
“Why are you so gloomy?” Everly asked, throwing her arms around me as she straddled my back.
The move surprised me. Up to this point, whenever Isaac was around, she tended to gravitate toward him. Admittedly, I enjoyed her touching me.
I gripped her forearms, held tight. “Just thinking.”
“Perhaps I could distract you,” she whispered against my ear.
“You think so?”
“I am naked, you know.”
“So am I.”
“I know.” She nipped my earlobe.
“While you two play, I’ve got something to take care of,” Isaac said, clearly distracted.
I waved him off, my full attention on the sweet girl who was evidently trying to seduce me.
With Everly securely wrapped around me, I waded out to the deep end, stopping at the point I knew she couldn’t stand without going under.
“What are you doing?” she asked, kissing my neck.
“Come around so I can see your pretty face.”
She used my body like a jungle gym, shifting around and wrapping her arms and legs tightly around me.
“That’s better.”
“I know what would be better than this,” she murmured, her lips grazing mine.
“Feisty tonight, huh?”
She grinned.
“I’ve got an idea.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “What’s that?”
Sliding my hand between her legs, I teased her pussy with my fingers.
“Mmm. That feels good.”
“Now, if you want me to keep that up, I want you to tell me which scene you’ve enjoyed most at the club.”
“With you and Isaac?”
I could hear the teasing in her tone, but I nipped her lip anyway.
She giggled. “Okay. Let me think.” Her eyes widened. “It was that time you and Isaac made me sit in the chair in the dungeon. All eyes were on me and there was no way I couldn’t notice because the two of you were keeping your distance.”
I remembered exactly the moment she was referring to.
“Then Isaac produced a vibrator.”
“Two,” I corrected.
“Right. Two. One thin one and a bigger one. You passed the bigger one over to me, told me to tease my clit until you said I could stop.”
God, she’d been sweet that night, and though it had been a relatively innocent scene, it had drawn quite the audience.
I leaned in, kissed her neck, making her sigh.
“So I did.”
I pressed my thumb against her clit. “Here?”
Everly gasped. “Yes. Oh, God, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. As long as you keep talking.”
“I … uh… Where was I? Oh, yeah. Vibrator on my clit. So I did that for a few minutes. Apparently, I was a little too good at it because … well, because I came.” She lifted her head, stared into my eyes. “It wasn’t until that night that I realized how serious Isaac took that rule. Like serious serious.”
“He definitely does.”
