Page 12 of With A Little Luck
It’s not even like I’m man-spreading.
I’ve just got really long legs.
“What’s up?” I ask, refocusing on the overlord.
“We have a problem.” Easton clasps his hands, gesturing at the man with both pointer fingers.
“I’m on vacation,” I say, barely holding back from shoving out of the chair. “You promised me that my boots wouldn’t leave American soil for at least three months! I haven’t even recovered from needing to internet search every dish?—”
“God, you complain more than anyone I’ve ever met.” Easton rolls his dark eyes. “This isn’t me trying to send you on an assignment. I have confirmation, the remaining half of the Maloney twins is in Vermont, and Costa is out for blood.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my head falling back as it shakes.
It’s always one goddamn thing after another.
I’m still resentful about that job.
Not only did Easton call me away four hours after I woke up alone in that hotel room, following my night with Quincy, but he wouldn’t hear a word I said about taking out both twins at once.
“Can I sayI told you sonow?” I growl, refocusing on my pain-in-the-ass boss.
“It’s a bad precedent to set to give two-for-one specials,” he says, like the delusional fucker he is.
“And I told you, you can’t take out one brother on contract and not expect his twin to come looking for retribution,” I deadpan, wondering if we should even be talking about this with Easton’s doppelgänger present. “And why the hell has it taken him so long to act?”
Easton shrugs. “Technically, it didn’t. He went after Evan first.”
Evan Franklin was the payer of the contract. He’s the one who wanted Cash Maloney dead.
If Costa killed Evan in retaliation for his brother…
Lovely.
That means I’m next.
This is the last bullshit I need.
After taking out Cash in Vegas, I planned to come back to Vermont to search for Quincy. Only Easton sent me to Florida and then Indiana. I was just wrapping up the Indiana job when all the shit went down with Briar’s family.
Easton called me to Boston to reunite with Leo and Shaw. We wiped the Manzos off the map and stayed to ensure the cleanup went smoothly. Before that was even complete, Saylor Callahan went missing in Amsterdam. That led to several long weeks in Europe.
I got back to the States and immediately had to leave again to spend Christmas with my family, which was the last thing I wanted to do at the time, but if I didn’t go to them, they would have come to me.
It’s been a long ass few months, but I’m finally back in Vermont, and my only goal is to find the woman I haven’t been able to stop thinking about.
Now this bullshit?
My patience has officially run out.
The naughty little omega better have a damn good excuse for running from me, or she’ll be going right over my knee. I made it clear to her that I don’t do one-night stands. I told her about a million times that I intended to keep her. She never once said anything to make me believe she wasn’t on board with that course of action.
There’s a whole chunk of missing time where I slipped into rut, and the only thing I can come up with is that I came on too strongly.
I don’t fucking know.
I don’t date.
I’ve never been a fan of hookup culture. I was serious when I told her that if she let me inside her, she better be in it for the long haul.
