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“A true mob boss’s pet.” Conall chuckled. “Just don’t tell Terrance. He might come storming in here demanding I come home.”
“I think your brother has more to worry about right now. They’re in the process of rebuilding the Virtue.”
Conall sighed. “What are we going to do about the cops? They would be heading to that warehouse, and I don’t want Diaz to come looking for you.”
Sloan smiled and cupped his pet’s jaw softly, slanting his mouth over Conall’s in a sweet kiss that made his own toes curl. “Don’t worry about that, pet. If the cops go there, they won’t find a thing. I have some contacts who are cleaning up the mess. As for Diaz, she’ll stop sniffing around our arse for a little while. She’ll be back, but we have a break from her right now.”
“Good, because I need a holiday. I’m thinking about Florida. What do you say? Me, you, one of your beautiful cars. Road trip full of car sex.”
Sloan’s eyebrow rose in surprise and he stared at Conall. “I actually like the sound of that, pet.”
“I’m driving.”
Sloan laughed harder. “Of course, pet.”
Chapter Fourteen
One month later
Sloan sat in the chair behind his desk with Conall in his lap. His pet had mostly healed over the last month, and while some of the scars would disappear over time, he’d have the others for the rest of his life. Not that he seemed to care. He told Sloan they matched now, and instead of those couples who wore matching clothes, they sported matching scars. It had made Sloan laugh.
Folliero, Elio, and some of their men sat in front of them, faces stoic. They all knew why they were here; the rumors had circulated in the underworld of New York’s criminals.
“Is he dead?” Folliero had either arm on the sides of the wide wingback chair he sat in, and even though he looked calm, the stiffness in his body said otherwise. Black rings of exhaustion marred under his eyes.
“Yes.” Sloan waved his hand and Byrnes came closer, passing Folliero an ice cooler. The Italian opened it and inhaled deeply. It made Sloan smile. He’d had fun getting to the point of putting Toscani’s head in there. He’d even taken his eyes before he let him die. Conall had insisted on watching it all, and Sloan was more than happy to let him.
“Did he suffer?” Folliero’s tired gaze focused on Sloan.
Sloan smirked. “Yes.”
The other man nodded. “Very well.”
“You should know that it was him who sent his mother’s limbs to you,” Conall said. He rested further into Sloan, his back pressed against Sloan’s chest. “He never respected you.”
“Many people don’t anymore.” Folliero sighed and rested the cooler next to his chair. “That’s why I’ve made the decision to step down as boss in our company. Elio is taking over my position. and I thought it best if you’re the first to know, Sloan.”
Sloan inclined his head. “Thank you, I appreciate you coming to tell us.”
Folliero pursed his lips. “I’d appreciate if the peace between our companies continues. My bastard son’s actions were not ours.”
Sloan ran his hand over his pet’s thigh, idly stroking him. Conall’s arse was right on top of his cock, and the little minx made a point of shifting as though uncomfortable. He knew exactly what he was doing, though. Sloan’s cock twitched, a buzz of need working its way through his body. “It’ll continue as long as Elio sticks to our agreement.”
“Always.” Elio’s eyes focused on Sloan’s hand and what he was doing to Conall’s thigh. “I have the deepest respect for you, Mr. Killough.”
“Good. As long as you don’t do anything stupid, our peace continues.”
“And my other son’s actions?” Folliero asked. He sat forward and took the glass of whiskey Sloan had poured him earlier from the desk.
“Forgotten. We’ve had our revenge, haven’t we, pet?” Sloan kissed Conall’s cheek, reveling in the warmth of his body.
Conall’s fingers caressed the red collar on his neck, and he smiled so sweetly that it looked odd on his sinfully gorgeous face. “Yes, we did. He screamed for mercy, but Sloan doesn’t know anyone by that name.”
The words were almost chilling in the quiet room, and pride swelled in Sloan’s chest when Folliero turned wide eyes on Conall.
The Italian obviously didn’t know what to say.
Elio smiled, though. “I look forward to creating an even deeper connection between our companies.”
