Page 21 of Shattered Veil

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Page 21 of Shattered Veil

“Whosepussydo you want to kick?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

“What?” He snaps up, then looks back at his phone, grumbling. Steam coming out of his ears, really. “I meant kiss.”

“Please tell me that’s Katya.” I rub my temples, but I really don’t care to think about any of my brothers’ poor wives getting railed.

“Who the fuck else’s puppy would I want to kick?” he laughs, typing into his phone again.

His wife Katya is pregnant, and Lach is the worst expectant father I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen some doozies since Kieran and Riordan both have wee-ones now. They turned feral protecting their wives the further they were into their pregnancies.

Kieran and Riordan finally stroll into the office, tension humming from them.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“It’s official. Griffin, Connor, and Shane are leaving us,” Riordan announces, his tone tight. “We just got off the phone with Ewan.”

It’s the end of an era. For the first time in almost fifteen years, a Quinlan won’t be working for an O’Rourke. Their oldest brother, Ewan, was one of our da’s hitmen back in the day.

I should feign surprise, but they’d kick my ass if I didn’t know that the Quinlans will soon be working for the Greek mafia in Manhattan.

“Shane will be missed,” I say. “He helped us out of several jams the last couple of months.”

“Their cousins, Trace and Rhys will be working for them, too,” Kieran adds with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Trace Quinlan has been my bodyguard/driver for the last few months, but I’ve sent him to work a few events for my sister Shea in East Hampton. I can find another driver, and although Trace came in handy a couple of weeks ago, I don’t want a full-time bodyguard anymore.

My brothers fall into a conversation about the Quinlans, and our history with them, while I tune them out and think of that escort I fucked in Los Angeles. Theleggy redhead I had to taste won’t leave my thoughts.

What are the odds that a high-priced escort would be in the first-class airline seat next to mine?

I used to be ashamed of only using sex workers. But I have no interest in relationships and work ungodly hours. Even if I casually dated, someone would end up hurt when they wanted more and I came up empty.

My work schedule leads me to mull over one of Corvin’s hiring conditions. A last-minute request. One that didn’t sit well with me, but having Snow under my watchful eye had me saying yes.

Hire his daughter as my assistant.

I never had an assistant in the traditional sense. That’s two hiring packages I have to send Eoghan, who manages everyone on our payroll. Legit and not so legit. Snow sits on a razor’s edge in between. The compensation package I threw at him made his jaw drop. He’s got a lot of secrets and sins.

And a wicked gambling addiction.

I hope his bank statements don’t look too fucked up because Eoghan will run a background check on him. Plus, World Trade Bank sponsored his work visa. He’s not a U.S. citizen and still maintains a damn Russian citizenship.

I kick Eoghan’s chair to get his attention. I need to speak to him privately after this. But he’s another love-sick eejit staring at his phone.

All my brothers have fallen like bricks for women in the last two years.

“I filed those drone patents,” I say to a room full of men who are glued to their phones. “I plan to blow up the White House on Friday.”

Fucking nothing.

“I also spent twenty-thousand dollars on a five-thousand-dollar hooker.” Why twenty-grand? It was themost I could get as a cash advance at the hotel and she deserved it.

I had these crazy thoughts about asking to see her again. Maybe even offer her one of those thirty-day contracts to live in my house and suck my dick the minute I step in the door. Something I’ve never done.

I never sleep with the same woman twice. Although, many try to get into my bed a second time.

That’s why I called Trace, who was in Las Vegas with his brother, Rhys, guarding Eoghan and Jillian. I needed him and the goddamn O’Rourke jet to get me the hell out of Los Angeles before I did something stupid.

I couldn’t sit on a plane with that woman for another five hours to New York. She was too tempting.




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