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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Iron
“This isn’t good,” Connor said as he stood in my living room shaking his head at everything I’d just told him. “I got Mullins watching my every move. I’m not sure how I can help ye right now.”
“I understand,” I told him but I felt like I was at the end of my rope.
I knew moving to a bigger city meant less chance of being able to sweep shit like this under the rug. More eyes, more cops, more people to pay off. And not everyone could be bought, I realized that.
“Where is the bullet?” he asked then took a big swig of his beer.
He might have still been in uniform but I didn’t think it mattered right now. And I had a good damn feeling Connor wouldn’t even be affected by one beer. He was Irish, after all, and I’d been around him while he was drinking a few times. I’d seen how much he could put away.
“Not in him,” I answered referring to Dade. I knew the bullet had gone all the way through. It was somewhere in Petra’s other building along with the rest of the crime scene. I needed to check with Petra to make sure that shit had been cleaned up but I wanted to let her sleep a little while.
The day couldn’t have been easy for her. It didn’t matter who you were or how tough you thought you could be, being around that shit got to you in some way. By the way Petra was practically asleep by the time I shut the door, I knew at least a part of her had been affected.
“Can you clean the body and leave it in an alley?” he asked and when I shot him a look, he held up his hand knowing he shouldn’t have even suggested that.
I wasn’t going to leave my man in some alley, even if it was the best way to get out of this situation.
“Is she here?” I knew he was talking about Petra. I’d been honest, giving him as many details about what happened as I could. I knew that hiding shit would come back to bite me on the ass.
“Yeah,” I replied. “She’s asleep in my room.”
I wasn’t sure why I shared that information.
No, wait.
Maybe I did know why I’d said it.
Petra was mine, and I sure as hell wanted everyone to know that.
He raised a brow at me knowing the unsaid words.
I pulled the bandanna from my head and tossed it onto the arm of the couch.
“Don’t ask me to explain it, I don’t think I can. She’s fucking scary as hell—” His snort caused me to pause and smile. “But she’s got me, and I sure as hell ain’t goin’ to let her let me go,” I finished.
“Ye must have a thing for women that can kill you with a look.”
I chuckled because he wasn’t wrong.
“I know the extent of what she can do.” I’d seen that shit with my own two eyes. “But I also know her. And I know just how protective and loyal she can be.”
“Better yer balls than mine,” he said with a smirk.
“Yeah,” I said with a soft, huffed out laugh.
“Wasn’t asking because I want a piece of that. Just wanting to know if I should talk to her,” he told me.
Yeah, I could see how that made more sense now that I thought about it. I didn’t think I was a possessive man, but clearly, Petra brought out a part that of me.
The light dancing in his eyes let me know he was silently laughing at me. I couldn’t blame him.
“Not right now,” I told him. Sure, Petra might have been able to shed some light on a few things, but I had a feeling she was just as stunned as I was when we walked into that situation. “I don’t think she knows much more than I do. If I get anything else out of her, I’ll fill you in.”
“I have a favor owed by one of the coroners. This now means you owe me.” His tone was low and the look in his eyes said it all. I’d pay that price as long as I could give my man the burial he deserved and not have it touch the club or Petra.
