Page 26 of Connor's Claim
With a grunt of pleasure, I came hard into the hot water, my cum washing away, and my mind empty of all but fucked-up pleasure I shouldn’t be taking at thoughts of my ex-stepsister.
Back in my bedroom, I called Mick as I dried and pulled out black jeans and a stone-grey t-shirt. It was only four PM, but I needed another check-in.
“S’up, boss?”
“Status update.” I shrugged on my shirt, my back still slightly damp.
“Same-same. She did her speech, though I think it rattled her, then has been running the show all day. They’re winding up now.”
I scowled at the phone. “What do ye mean it rattled her?”
“Not sure,” he mused. “She was speaking away all confident-like, then something spooked her. Most people would’ve missedit, but I was tuned in. No other fucker moved, and no one came in that could have scared her, so I racked it up to nerves.”
Something wasn’t adding up. Everly could project calm with the best of them. She hid her stress well. “And since?”
“Not so happy, but I’m not about to ask why. Don’t want to scare her more.”
“Stay on her.”
“Sure thing. The cake here’s good.”
Fucking cake. I hung up and finished dressing. The centre of town was only a short drive away. Mick had said the conference was ending, so Everly would be able to leave earlier than she’d thought. On the other hand, the brothel downstairs would be opening in line with the end of the working day, though technically it didn’t ever really close, and there was always work to be done in the strip club and nightclub.
Yet for some reason, I found myself taking the stairs down, car keys in hand, and waving off attempts to talk to me.
Outside Town Hall, I parked in the only available space in their tiny car park—reserved for the mayor, which gave me an excuse to smile—then entered the building. A quick message to Mick would’ve given me Everly’s exact location, but I had a better solution.
Her tracker on my phone.
Ignoring security, I paced through the building, following the dot on a map.
Big doors opened to a wide room with expensive artwork on the wall and staff buzzing around, stacking chairs and folding tables. At the back, Mick was exactly where I’d ordered him to be, his gaze on Everly who was packing away equipment.
“Excuse me, sir. You need to sign in and have an appointment to be here,” a voice followed me.
I twisted around to find one of the security guards at my back. Gave him a shrug. “And yet here I am.”
“I’m going to have to insist. This is a government building.”
I tipped my head at Everly. “I’m with her.”
His expression shifted to wry amusement. “I sincerely doubt that.”
Cheeky fucker. I called across the hall. “Ev.”
She stilled then spun around, locating me immediately. Where the hell hadEvcome from? I hadn’t called her that since…before.
Covering my reaction, I tipped my head at her security dude. “Tell him I’m here to pick ye up.”
Her hands fluttered at the object she was holding. It looked like in-ear headphones. “It’s true. He is. Thank you for bringing him to me.”
The man gave me a scowl of disdain that I returned. I knew how it looked. The tattooed mobster and the mayor’s pristine daughter. Everly in her smart clothes and confident poise, and me in dark clothes and my ink work on display.
All I needed was my skeleton bandanna and I’d give the guy a coronary.
He left me alone, and I stalked to Everly’s side.
“You’re early,” she observed.