Page 38 of Dublin Devil
Last night I chose me first.
I hold back the giggle trying to break free when I imagine my parents’ faces when they find out I’ve been sexing with Sean Quinn.
Any Quinn would be bad, but Sean runs the MC and is the one who is directly responsible for ruining many of Da’s plans lately. I’ve overheard how his motorcycle crew have intercepted shipments and burned down warehouses and have generally been a giant thorn in Da’s side.
Yay, Sean.
With a smile glowing from within, I shower, brush my teeth and hair, and slide into the gray tracksuit for a third day. If my girlfriends could see me now, they wouldn’t believe it.
I’m more of a designer jeans and cute blouse kinda lass, but here I am re-wearing one of Sean’s t-shirts and a drab pair of oversized sweats for the third day in a row.
And I don’t even care.
The only person I care to impress is the one who gave me these clothes. He’s also the one who will be taking them off when he gets back from his errands for Tag.
With my hair still damp, I ease down the stairs. My girl parts are tender, but my descent is noticeably easier than it was yesterday.
Despite Sean’s warning that I might not be up to some of the more aggressive sex positions he wants to show me, I’m determined not to let my ribs hold us back.
Maybe there are ways to heal things up faster.
I’ve heard castor oil wraps and heating pads can do amazing things. Would that help ribs?
“She’s awake.” Bryan raises his mug to me from where he’s sitting, watching the window. “Good sleep?”
“Grand. I didn’t sleep much at all the night before, so aside from waking up with a few nightmares, I slept like the dead and am moving better today.”
“That’s good to hear.” Brendan sets his game controller down and turns off the console. Then he stands and gestures to the kitchen. “Come. Sean gave us strict instructions to make sure we feed you.”
I laugh. “What does he think I’ve been doing for the past twenty years without him?”
Brendan shrugs. “He’s always had a protective streak. When our Mam died, Tag had to help Da with work and Sean watched over us and Finny.”
That doesn’t surprise me at all. “Kind of ruins the whole Dublin Devil persona, doesn’t it?”
Brendan laughs. “Oh, don’t get me wrong. He’s no pushover. He’s just protective of those he deems worthy.”
Something about that gives me a warm and fuzzy. Sean Quinn considers me worthy of his protection.
“Have a seat and I’ll get you set up. What would you like? We weren’t sure how long you’d be staying so we got a bit of everything.”
“I’m not fussy. Do you have anything to make a sandwich? Or maybe some soup?”
“Soup and a sandwich, coming up.”
“I said soupora sandwich. I don’t need both.”
Brendan waves away my words. “Your body’s been through a lot. You need to eat.”
“You sound like your brother.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Brendan gets busy in the kitchen, and I go over to look into the top of the rice box. “How long does a phone need to sit in rice before it’s dried out?”
“Generally, twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Why?”
I pull my sexy blue and silver phone out from the Minute Rice. “The Russians tossed it in a plant vase.”
Bryan comes into the kitchen to join us and frowns. “Speaking of the two Bratva fuckers, can we just say how fucked up it was that your father did that to you? Sean told us not to bring it up, but fucking hell, tossing you in as part of an arms deal. That’s fucking cold.”