Page 20 of Indulge
I rest my head on the cool glass.
“We’ll get you a kill soon, Rowan.” Conan taps my shoulder.
He gets it. This thirst for blood. We all have it, hence why we work well together. They took me and Reggie in, and we grew up like them. Learning the ways of the world from their late father, Seamus.
“I feel like an addict that needs a fix. I swear it’s giving me a headache,” I groan.
Finn chuckles.
“You’ve got your Decadence games soon. That’ll boost our hit list. You can come with me to kill them, seeing as Steph will be far too pregnant to help me.”
I chuckle. I love the fact Finn has found a wife that matches his psycho ways. They’re perfectly crazy. And absolutely lethal together.
“Oh, there it is.” Conan flinches as his warehouse goes up in flames. The guy hops in his car and speeds off down the gravel. And Conan turns the engine of his Range Rover on.
“Let’s go stalking.” I clap my hands.
That’s something, I suppose.
“You heard anything from Reggie?” Conan asks as he slows down to give us distance from the truck we’re tailing.
I frown. “Nah. Nothing.”
I’m still pissed he didn’t want to take me to London with him. We come as a pair. Literally. I suppose I better get used to being further down the order of importance in his life.
Once he has a wife, no matter what he says, it will change our dynamics.
“Bella better not start causing too many issues, we need Reggie on his game to take down The Preacher, not whipping some brat into shape,” Finn mutters from the backseat.
Oh, he’d get a lot of enjoyment out of that.
“She sounds kinda fun. I like the wild type,” I chuckle, and the brothers join.
“Yeah. Well, I guess that’s the beauty of twins, if she can’t get on with Reggie, we can tag you in.”
My eyes go wide.
“I don’t want to marry anyone, thanks.”
That’s not ever something I’ve envisioned in my future. I didn’t think I’d even make it to thirty, and I’ve still got a year left to make it.
10
REGGIE
I stop short behind her. She’s standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed tight over her chest, lips in a full pout.
“Bella, walk,” I warn.
Drago slips past us both, wordless, and disappears onto the jet.
“Nope. I’m not going.”
I bite back a groan. This fucking woman.
“Yes. You are. We’ve already established this.”
She turns, full of defiance, chin high. “Take me home.”
