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As soon as they leave, closing the door behind them, Cillian pulls the chair up to my bedside. “You need pain meds? I can get the nurse in here to give you some. You really should get some rest. Those fucking pigs shouldn’t have bothered you.”
“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend to be nice. Don’t pretend you’re not exactly like the people who hurt me tonight.”
The smile slides off his face. Cillian pushes his hands into his slacks. What even is that? Why does he dress like that all the time?
His voice is steady, unemotional when he says, “I don’t pretend to be anything other than what I am. I know I’m not the hero. And I might be the bad guy, but I sure as shit am nothing like those motherfuckers who hurt you tonight. Three on one? Those fucking pussies don’t belong in the same universe as we do.”
“Because you wouldn’t attack an old man? That makes you better?”
“I never said I was better. I told you, I know who I am. Get some fucking sleep, Kitten. You look like shit.”
I feel like it, but still, I flip him off. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why? It’s what you are. Rory said you’re our brave littlebunny, but you’re not. You’ve got some sharp claws, and you know how to use them. It’s my favorite thing about you.” And then he winks, and damned if heat doesn’t flush to my groin.
I don’t want him, I don’t want him, I don’t want him.
He’s supposed to be everything I hate in this world. He stands for everything I hate…yet I can’t hate him.
“I’m not your anything,” I say.
He shrugs. “Whatever you say, Kitten.”
I don’t have the energy to argue with him, and luckily, the nurse comes in, ready to medicate me, as if she obeys everything Cillian says too…and she didn’t even have to hear him say it to know he wanted her to do it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cillian
As soon asOllie is medicated and sleeping, I pull out my cell and send a text to the group chat with Rory, Tiernan, and Dean.
They gave him pain meds, and he’s passed out. I stayed when he talked to the cops. The whole thing happened over a fucking car…but the way they said it, I feel like there’s something there. I’ll message Conan to see what he can dig up for us.
Conan has his hand in a little bit of everything. While he’s the face of Paradise, he’s also the one who handles the cops we have on payroll—the ones who bend the rules for us and get us the information we need.
Tiernan: Let me know what you find out, and we’ll take it from there.
Dean: He doing okay?
Me: Will do. And yeah, he’s good. He definitely thinks I’m an asshole. I don’t know why that’s so fucking cute.
Rory: You totally want to fuck this kid.
Me: Maybe.
Dean: Keep your dick to yourself. You hurt him, I hurt you.
Me: I’m not going to hurt him, and fuck off. The only reason I’ve let you get away with what I have is because of T.
Tiernan: Can everyone shut the fuck up and either go to bed or handle business?
Rory: And let me guess, your business is your naked boyfriend in bed beside you? Also, I’m hungry.
I chuckle at his randomness.
Tiernan: Exactly. Now leave us alone. Check in later, Cil.
Rory: Take care of our pet.
