Page 5 of Villainous Kingpin

She was much shorter than my six foot four. Almost fragile. Yet, I felt her muscles firsthand when she landed in my arms.

“Normally I’d argue and insist I pay you the promised money,” she teased, her full, pink lips in an amused smile. “But I spent too much money on my gear this month and my allowance doesn’t kick in for another two weeks.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I tried to convince her to increase my allowance.” She blew a piece of unruly curl out of her face, then rolled her eyes. “It teaches you to manage money, Star,” she spoke nasally, and I gathered she imitated her mother.

I lifted my eyebrow. This girl really had no qualms talking to me. And was her name really Star? It would be the most appropriate.

“Oh shit, my duffle bag,” she muttered, then turned around and looked back up at the balcony but nobody was there.

“Throw my bag.” Her voice was like a hoarse whisper as she whisper-yelled. I guessed she didn’t want to get caught. What was she doing in Liam Brennan’s house anyhow? She didn’t look Irish and he had no daughters. The thought of her being his woman didn’t sit well with me at all.

“What the fuck?” I spat out and stepped to the right, pulling her to me just in time, so she wouldn’t get hit by the bag traveling through the air.

“Damn drunks,” Star muttered, glaring towards the balcony. “Trying to kill us?”

“Us?” A voice questioned, but I couldn’t see anyone on the balcony.

Star groaned softly and put her finger on my lip. I guess to ensure I wouldn’t make my presence known.

“Me and my fabulous self. Us,” she explained to whoever she was talking to.I’ll be her little secret,I mused.

“Are you okay, Wyn?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she assured her. She shot me a glance, her finger still on my lips. Then as if she realized, she quickly removed it and stepped away from me, her cheeks lightly flushed. She returned her attention to the balcony. “Let me guess. She’s pissed off and threw my precious cargo hoping it would land on my head.”

It would seem there were quite a few girls up there.

“Nah. Be careful. And keep your phone on.” It would seem Star didn’t like being told what to do because she rolled her eyes again.

Her eyes came back to me.

“Anyhow, I have to go,” she whispered, keeping her voice low. “Thank you for catching me.” She snatched her duffle bag off the ground and threw it onto her shoulder. Just by the way she did it, I could tell she had done it many times.

She tucked a wild blonde curl behind her ear, smiling, those sage eyes captivating. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Stunning in fact.

“See you around.”

My eyes focused on her red duffle bag, but the only thing on it were three embroidered letters in white.

W. S. F.

With a last smile, she whirled around, then hurried away. I watched after her until her blond head disappeared from my view. Something about her made me want to go after her to ensure she got to her destination safely. There was no way she was part of the underworld. There was no trace of guardedness or fear on her face and she was too free with her smiles. Too happy.

It didn’t take long before a car engine roared and loud music blasted through the speakers.

“Youngblood” by 5 Seconds of Summer.

It was loud enough to wake the dead. It certainly alerted the owner of the house. The front door of Brennan’s house swung open and Liam stood there in all his fury. The man was my height but was built like an MMA fighter.

“DiLustro,” he spat out, but his eyes weren’t on me. He must have been searching for Star. When he returned his attention to me, he stepped aside to let me in. “Who did you see?” he inquired, seemingly casual but his shoulders were too tense.

“Nobody,” I answered nonchalantly. “Though you might have some gangsters driving around your neighborhood with obnoxiously loud music. And no, I don’t mean me or my cousins.”

That seemed to appease him.

Who is she?I wondered. Though that question didn’t matter right now. Loud music turned up in volume from upstairs, and from the sounds coming down, it was quite a wild party. Liam’s lips thinned in annoyance.

“Party?” I asked as the door shut behind me, leaving me alone with the head of the Irish mafia.

“I rented the upstairs,” he grumbled and I cocked an eyebrow at the unexpected response. Not that it fucking mattered to me. Instead, I kept my eyes sharp on the man that ran the Brennan mafia.