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Lifting the bat, I took up my position. “You won’t be touching me, or her, ever again.”
Brian’s top lip curled into a snarl as he lunged for me.
Orla screamed.
I swung the bat.
Chapter 14
Keir
Molly cried out quietly in her sleep.
When I moved over to her, I found her shifting restlessly beneath the quilt; her face pinched, her mouth set in an angry snarl.
“Leave her alone,” she mumbled, her body twitching. Sweat had broken over her brow, and if I had to guess, whatever nightmare had her in its clutches would leave a mark when she woke.
Looking at the time on my phone, I cursed and pocketed the device. We had to get going. Kneeling beside her pallet, I winced as the stitches in my thigh pulled. The cold seeped through my sweats within seconds and I was pissed all over again over the fact that Jynx had chosen a cold, hard floor over sleeping next to me.
Clearly, she didn’t trust me, but I had to take some ownership of that, as we didn’t exactly have the best start. Reaching out, I brushed some hair from her face, tucking the damp strands behind her ear. Her lush mouth opened on a soft sigh, and all I could imagine were the ropes of my cum painting those lips, her pink tongue darting out to taste it.
She signed, turning her head into my touch.
“Jynx, wake up,” I told her, enjoying the moment of quiet.
Her lashes fluttered against her cheek as they opened, and for half a second, she stared at me like she didn’t want to jam a dagger through my heart before she sat up with a scowl.
“You’re watching me while I sleep now?” she asked, her tone laced with venom.
“It’s the only time you’re quiet,” I replied, enjoying our banter. It was safe, with no attempts at murder. No accusations of trying to get in her panties, although I knew I would again. Of that, I had no doubt.
She pulled the quilt against her chest. “What time is it?”
“Early. Get dressed. We’re leaving in twenty.”
Her blue eyes went wide. “Where are we going?”
“Dublin.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
Reaching over, I pulled a pile of clothes from the bed. I didn’t want to know why Caolan had a stash of women’s clothes roughly Molly’s size. “These should fit you.”
She glanced at the jeans, sweater, bra, and panties, which looked small enough for her slender frame, then at the pair of sneakers. I threw a knife holster along with a butterfly knife onto the pile last, watching her reaction.
She reached out and ran a fingertip over the handle of the knife. “You’re going to trust me with a knife?”
“You need a weapon,” I said, begrudgingly.
Molly blinked up at me. “Why?”
Fuck, I hope I’m not making a fucking mistake. “I won’t leave you unarmed.”
She seemed to think about that for a moment before stating, “I need a shower.”
“There’s a fresh towel on the vanity.”
“Why are you being so nice to me? What do you want?”
