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And then the fantasy ends.

The hard, rhythmic thump of a fist banging on my door interrupts us.

Rory freezes mid-thrust, his cock stuffed inside me.

We lock eyes. Here we are, captor and captive, naked, tangled up all over each other. And someone’s about to march in here and find that out for themselves.

This is bad.

Chapter 22

Rory

Oh, I’m going to kill Finn. Ofalltimes to be a pain in the ass heir, it justhadto be now, when I’m balls deep inside the sexiest woman alive.

I wasthis closeto blowing my load, and now it’s gone. Finn banished the orgasm racing toward me with just the pound of his fist.

If only I had my gun.

I make the mistake of peering into Kiara’s panicked, hazy eyes as I pull out. She can tell what’s happening without my explanation, so I don’t bother trying to speak. Especially not when I’m this pissed.

Very carefully, I extract myself from Kiara’s bed, the sight of her naked, flushed bodykilling me.I have to look away to survive this moment.

Snatching my clothes up off the floor and yanking them on, I manage to meet Kiara’s eyes one more time.

Stricken and unsatisfied, she pulls her legs to her chest and retreats beneath her covers. I don’t wait for any more response than that before stomping out into the hall.

It takes everything in me not to slam the door behind me just to show Finn he picked the wrong moment.

Whatever he’s got to say better be worth my time, or I’m not going to stop myself from decking him in the face.

Finn Gallagher is a lot of things, butcockblockwas never one of them.

As soon as I see him in the light of the hallway, I realize he looks like shit. His features convey pain, suffering, rage, and…surprise?

This is the closest he’s been to wearing that lost expression in a long time.

The last time Finn looked like this was when we found out his first wife had been murdered by the De Lucas. And, unfortunately, I’m pretty sure the De Lucas are once again the reason behind his expression.

Finn marches down the hall without speaking, expecting me to follow. And I do, glaring at the space between his shoulder blades the whole damn time.

Instead of heading to the war room or the security hub, he leads us to a private alcove on the third floor of the estate. The only rooms up here are the living quarters of Shane’s top enforcers and the few members of his inner circle who prefer to reside on the premises.

The silence in this alcove is deadly.

I’m opening my mouth to tear into Finn about his timing when he cuts me off. “The Tyson job was compromised.”

Everything inside my angry, fuzzy mind flatlines.

“What happened?”

Finn’s expression clouds, becoming even more grim. “Eight of our guys were outed while on the job.”

“Outedhow?” The anger inside injects a demanding tone into my voice.

“The cops moved in and started shooting. The shipment’s gone.”

“How many survived?”