Page 53 of Blind Justice

Shit, she had no business thanking him. “You’re welcome, temptress.”

Enzo joinedBella at the table after cleaning himself up. Duncan made it a rule for the rest of the time they were together, she’d be naked while she ate. It didn’t matter the meal. He appreciated both of their bodies and wanted to look upon them at his leisure. He placed a fresh toasted bagel in front of Enzo after their romp then got to work on his breakfast.

“You will shower after our conversation.” Duncan knew Bella had to be a mess. She squirmed in her seat, adjusting herself.

“You enjoy this part, don’t you?” She questioned, trying to find a comfortable spot.

“If you mean the idea of both our seed inside you, making you a bit uncomfortable because of gravity, yes. I do. It’s hedonistic.”

“You mean Neanderthal?” Bella smirked. “Never took you for one of those guys, Duncan.”

Coming inside of her had been freeing. He intended to enjoy that pleasure again, as long as they were able to handle his past and not go running to Thomas, asking to be assigned to another agent. “Can’t change who and what I am. Would you like another bagel?”

“Nope, I’m good.” She leaned forward and wiggled her brows. “I don’t mind being dirty. You can go caveman on me any time.”

Enzo swore beside her. “Knock it off. Otherwise, when Omar gets here, he’ll get the same shock this one did last night. My dick buried balls deep in your pussy.”

Duncan chuckled. “I think Omar would be more surprised at finding me in your ass at the same time you’re in Bella.”

Enzo choked. “What?”

Bella stared at Duncan for a second then a sinful little grin tugged at her lips. “Why? Is he prim and proper, primo?”

Duncan cleared his throat to cover his chuckle. She had no clue how close to the truth she’d been. “As much as I’d like to continue last night’s activities, I figured I still owed you an explanation.”

Sitting forward, Bella licked a bit of butter off her thumb. “About why you feel the need to speak with a fake American accent and the tattoo you go through such great pains to hide?”

Duncan rubbed at the back of his neck. Leave it to Bella to kick the door wide open instead of knocking. “Yeah, that.”

“I just want to say, I prefer the Irish accent over the American,” she said with a saucy wink. “It’s sexy as fuck.”

He smiled. Pride welled in his chest. “I’ve been doing it for twenty years. It’s become a habit. If I slip up at the wrong time, it could cause issues. I tend to drop my American accent when I’m pissed as shit, or when I’m about to blow my load.”

Enzo rested his elbows on the countertop. “So then explain why you hide it.” Duncan didn’t like the pensive look in the younger man’s eyes. It caused his gut to twist. There was a risk behind being so open and honest. He could lose them both. They needed to be assured they were protected and not in any risk of dying.

“I’m not an FBI agent.” When neither of them reacted or said anything, he continued, “I mean I am, but I’m not. I do FBI work like Thomas, I have a badge, yet most of the people in the agency—except for Thomas and a few agents who’ve taken the time to get to know me—wouldn’t trust me as far as they could throw me.” He touched his chest and tried to bring some humor to the situation. “And I’m a big guy, so we both know I’m not going very far.”

Enzo frowned, tilting his head. “Why do you stay then?”

“Choices I made at sixteen then again at eighteen took away my right to leave. I’m technically on loan to the FBI from the Scotland Yard for a service. If I had to guess, me da did it. Got me here. But, I can’t prove anything.” His da had his hand in every pie. He also wasn’t above bribery.

Enzo whistled. “Who’s your pops? He’s got to be someone pretty powerful to have enough influence to send you here.”

“My da is IRA. More specifically, he’s Chief of Staff of the IRA.” He could see from the blank stares of the siblings they had no clue what that even meant. In an effort to avoid explaining hundreds of years of history, he instead went with a position they’d understand. “He’s a Boss.”

“Like Raul?” Bella asked.

Duncan pffted. “Yes and no. If Raul was head of all the cartels in South America, then yeah, I guess he’d be like Raul.” He saw a flicker of understanding in both of their eyes, so he pressed on. “My da…he controls the entire IRA. Everything, and I mean every order, every decision comes from his desk and is filtered down.”

Nothing was done without his da’s input. If someone decided to use free will or the brain God gave them and do something without prior approval, then chances were high they’d find themselves killed and put on display as a reminder not to cross the Boss.

“But why would the FBI want you?” Bella asked.

He laughed. “Funny thing about organized crime, no matter the players or country they hail from. They’re all pretty much driven by the same desires and needs. Control and power. I have a wealth of knowledge on how they work and can offer insight.” He shrugged. “I can walk the walk and play the part because it’s who and what I was. So, why wouldn’t the FBI want to dig their claws in and use me? I learned at my father’s knee, and I’d been good…fucking spectacular. At sixteen they were saying I was my father’s next successor. Understand, my da’s position—it isn’t one of natural inheritance. It’s a position anyone can earn.”

“Earn?” Bella quirked a brow. “How?”

“Blood mostly. Some retire, and a vote is taken to install the next leader. I was on track to take over for my da when he either retired or died, whichever came first.” Although Duncan was pretty sure his da would outlive them all.

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