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Page 11 of Dublin Charmer (Emerald Isle Mafia #5)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Finn

“ W hat the fuck did you just say?”

I stand in the war room, facing my brothers as they process the recap of my night. So, I might’ve been off with my prediction that they’d be impressed. From what I’m reading on their faces, it’s more like pissed.

Tag paces, his jaw tight with fury. “You went south of the river?”

“Aye, I did. But I got the hacker, and I took backup.”

“You took two men, Finny. Two! We’re at war and that didn’t give you pause about crossing into hostile territory? The McGuire’s are bad enough, but Gravely is a fucking lunatic.”

“But nothing happened.”

“Finn, you went to a party Gravely was attending and nicked his hacker right out from under him. Do you know how badly that could’ve gone for you?”

Heat rises to my face. “I do. It’s only been a week since we were dodging bullets and living through exactly what Gravely wants to do to us.”

“And you still did it.”

“That’s right, I did. And if I were Brendan, Bryan, or Sean, you wouldn’t be blowing your top. You’d give me a pat on the back and say, ‘Well done, brother.’ You’re only having a fit because it’s me.”

“I wouldn’t be blowing my top at them because they wouldn’t go in without a fucking team of backup!”

“Because they can’t! They’re too recognizable. But I’m not. I’m the invisible Quinn brother and with a mask on, no one even knew I was there. I was the only one of us who could’ve pulled this off.”

Sean steps between us, hands raised. “All right, enough. The fact is, he went, he got the hacker, and he brought him back here.”

“Her,” I correct.

“Her who?” Sean’s brow furrows.

“Gravely’s hacker is a woman. Her handle is Nyx. I brought her back.”

My brothers exchange loaded glances.

Bryan crosses his arms. “You’ve got a woman locked up in our basement?”

I throw up my hands. “I know what you’re thinking, and I didn’t suddenly get memory wiped and reprogrammed to forget about the Quinn Laws. I was gentle with her, respectful, and I put a 3-inch foam topper on the floor and made sure there was feminine stuff in the bathroom.”

Brendan snorts. “And you think that’s all it will take to calm the woman down?”

“What was I supposed to do? Let her keep hacking our systems because she has tits?”

“You were supposed to track her down, bring us the intel, and then we would formulate a plan together,” Tag snaps.

“So you could shut me down and tell me I’m not ready?”

“No, Finny, so we could have your back!”

Sean scowls at us. “It’s all semantics. She’s here. Let’s deal with it. How does this change things?”

“Gravely lost his tech advantage,” Bryan says.

“And gained a grudge,” Brendan adds.

“He already had one,” I point out. “And he doesn’t know we have her.”

Tag stops pacing and meets my gaze. His green eyes narrow as he studies me. “Fine, let’s assume he doesn’t know we’ve got her. How long do you think it’ll take before he notices she’s missing?”

I shrug. “That would depend on how often they communicate.”

“Which we might know if you’d sat on the intel and observed her a little before snatching her.”

“Or we wouldn’t if she slipped through our fingers and stayed wherever she lies low. It’s not like she’s out gallivanting around Dublin, Tag. Nyx is stealthy and secretive. That she met Gravely at this party was a huge win for us.”

“Maybe check her messages and make an excuse for why she left the party,” Brendan suggests. “Do you have her phone?”

I point to the green velvet clutch on the war table behind us and open it to grab her phone. A swipe at the screen brings up the fingerprint scanner and I walk down the hall, open the door to her cell and?—

“Oof.” I bend backward like Neo in the freaking Matrix movies to avoid the right hook whizzing past my face.

“You bastard” Her words are slurred as she overextends and stumbles to catch her balance. “I can’t be here.”

I catch her before she hurts herself and ease her back to the mattress. Brenny is chuckling and I don’t need to look behind me to know how entertaining he’s finding this. Instead, I get Nyx settled again, press her finger to the screen of her phone, and pass it back.

“What are you…no…that’s mine.”

“I know, beautiful. It’s okay, we’re just going to borrow it for a bit. You rest. You’re safe here.”

She blinks up at me and I see the moment realization hits. “Finn Quinn.” She snorts and her head lolls to the side. “Silly name…but wow…you kiss good.”

“What’s that now?” Brendan laughs behind me. “Of all the times Bryan and I have grabbed an enemy, I never once ended up kissing them. What about you, B?”

“Nope. Not once.”

Nyx is out again and I straighten and face the amusement of my brothers. “Dublin Charmer—it’s in the name.”

Even Sean laughs at that one.

Tag doesn’t. He’s well and truly pissed. “Find out what she knows and why she’s working with Gravely. If it’s money, we’ll double it. If it’s something else, we’ll make it work. Whatever her deal is, if she’s as good as you say, she’ll be a better ally than an enemy.”

I exhale a long breath, relieved. “Agreed.”

“You wanted a mission to prove yourself, so now you’ve got one. She’s your problem, little brother.”

I straighten my shoulders. “I won’t let you down.”

“See that you don’t.” Tag heads for the door but pauses and turns back, a hint of a smile touching his lips. “And Finny? Maybe lay off kissing the prisoner.”

I roll my eyes as the four of them file out of the cell, laughing.

“Har-har. Yuck it up, arseholes.”

Nyx

A firm hand slides down my spine, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of my dress. He pulls me against his muscled frame and all his hard planes meet mine. His musky aftershave fills my senses. It’s sexy and laced with the rich tang of whiskey on his breath.

My skin erupts in a wash of goosebumps and I’d swear his touch sends an electrical pulse straight to my core.

His breath is hot against my ear as we move in an erotic embrace across the dance floor. Bodies pressed close. He guides me through the space, my heart pounding in my chest, matching the rhythm of the music.

I can feel his gaze on me, the dark stranger in the mask. Mesmerizing green eyes pierce my soul and follow me into my dreams.

I lean into him, my fingers tracing the edge of his mask. His lips curve into a smile and reveal the hint of a dimple in his left cheek. He dips me low, and I gasp, feeling the rush of excitement course through me.

When he swings me back to my feet, he pulls me against his hips and I feel the solid length of his cock beneath his custom-tailored Armani.

Damn. This man oozes sex appeal and I’ve been too long without being properly fucked to exhaustion. Always on guard. Always alone.

“What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.” The seductive smile he hits me with makes me wet with anticipation and unleashes the dirtiest, neediest thoughts I can imagine.

Kiss me. Please kiss me.

The countdown in the room ticks down, and with each number called out, my pussy pulses. He’s going to kiss me. I can see his intention in his emerald green eyes and know that when he does, I’ll never be the same.

The countdown ends and his lips claim mine.

It’s an all-consuming kiss, no gentleness. He ravishes me with his mouth and I can barely breathe. When his tongue demands entrance, I taste the whiskey he was drinking earlier and I crave more.

I want everything I know he can give me.

We break apart a moment to breathe and I tug at his mask.

It’s Finn Quinn.

He flashes me a devilish grin as I take in his ruggedly handsome face. The emerald eyes I’d seen behind the mask burn into mine with an intensity that takes my breath away.

I should stop this. He’s not meant for me. But all the hours I’ve spent playing cat and mouse within his computer network…the two of us toying and teasing…have been a sort of foreplay between us.

“Finn,” I breathe against his lips.

He groans in response, his hand sliding down from my hip until it reaches the slit of my dress. With deft fingers, he slides inside and cups me through my underwear. The cool metal of his Piguet watch against the heat of my inner thigh sends shivers down my spine.

My hips buck involuntarily against his touch.

“Yes!” I gasp.

His fingers move with purpose now, rubbing circles over my clit through the thin fabric. The pleasure is immediate and intense, building rapidly as he continues his ministrations. My hands grip his shoulders for support as I ride the waves of sensation.

The lust in his eyes is just as sexy as his panty-dropping smile. I’m going to combust. He increases the pressure enough to push me over the edge.

The orgasm crashes over me and my pussy weeps as it clenches, aching to be filled. I cry out his name as pleasure floods every nerve ending in my body.

“Yes! Finn!”

My eyes snap open as the words tear from my throat. My breath is coming in quick gasps as my orgasm falters and evaporates too soon. Reality crashes back around me. I’m locked in an empty room—no, not a room—a dimly lit cell.

And he’s there by the door.

Finn Quinn is watching me with an expression that’s equal parts amusement and something else. Something dark and dangerous.

I blink, fighting to clear the haze from my mind. “What are you looking at?”

His grin is just as devastating in real life as it was in my dream. “I’m watching ye get yerself off and call my name.”

The realization of what he just saw hits me like a punch to the gut. I pull my hand out from between my legs as heat floods my cheeks. “What did you drug me with, some kind of aphrodisiac?”

He holds up his hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “It was a basic sedative. Whatever yer little dream sextacy was about, it had nothin’ to do with me. Och, well, apart from the part I might’ve been playing in makin’ ye come.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re going to let me out of here. Right now.”