Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(106)

“Not gonna harm you, lass. Just want a word.”

His Irish accent is lilting and his tone is gentle, but I don’t trust him.

I know a killer when I see one. And this guy’s a killer with a capital K.

He pushes off the wall, pulls a huge semiautomatic handgun out of the back of his waistband, and holds it out to me. “If it’ll make you feel better.”

“What would make me feel better is if I knew why an Irishman who thinks he’s Dirty Harry assaulted four of my bodyguards.”

He smiles. My reflection in his glasses looks very small.

“This conversation needs to be private.”

“Are they dead?”

“Do you see any blood?”

“There are so many ways to kill a man that don’t involve spilling his blood.”

His smile grows wider. Tucking the gun back in its place, he drawls, “Aye, there are. Which you know all about, don’t you?”

Someone is coming down the hallway. Two women, chattering, their heads together and their high heels clicking off the marble floor. They see us and the four men lying unconscious and pull up short. They look at each other. Then they turn around and run off without a word.

Dirty Harry strolls away and turns left around a corner, disappearing from sight. From around the corner he says, “C’mon, Reyna. If I wanted to kill you, I already would have.”

Whoever he is, this guy is very irritating.

“Who are you?”

A husky chuckle is my only answer.

“I really don’t appreciate the cloak-and-dagger routine.”

“Two minutes of your time. That’s all I need. Why don’t you pull that blade out of the sheath on your thigh and wave it around at me? Might make you feel better.”

I glance down at the front of my dress. The waist is cinched and the skirt is full, concealing any tell-tale lumps or bumps. There’s no way he could’ve known I’m carrying a knife.

“Don’t think too hard on it, lass. Clock’s ticking.”

Curiosity gets the best of me. I walk around the corner, stop a few feet away from him, and prop my hands on my hips. He’s leaning against the wall again, as if he thinks it’s his job to hold up the entire building.

“You’re a rival of Declan and Quinn’s, is that it? Am I about to be kidnapped and held for ransom?”

His laugh indicates he’s amused by the question.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a no. I’ve known Declan for more than twenty years. He’s a dear friend.”

I eye him warily. “Uh-huh. And does your dear friend know about this clandestine little chat? Because it makes a lot more sense that you’d just talk to me out in the other room with him instead of skulking around women’s bathrooms.”

He studies me for a moment in silence. I feel his gaze going over me, up and down. One corner of his mouth lifts.

“You remind me of my wife. She stole a truckload of diapers from me. That’s how we met.”

“Fascinating.”

“It was.”

“Is there a point you’ll be arriving at soon? Because if not, I’ve got some champagne to get back to.”

Ignoring my comment, he says, “You’ll meet her. Her name’s Juliet. I have a feeling the two of you will get along like gangbusters.”

I decide I’ve had enough. If he’s going to kidnap me, let’s get on with it. If he’s not, I’m bored.

I turn and start to walk away, but stop when he says, “Lili and Juan Pablo are doing well down in Mexico, don’t you think? Sweet love story, that.”

My heart starts to pound faster. I turn and peer at him, wondering what the fuck this guy really wants. I demand, “What do you know about them?”

“I know they’ve decided to make Mexico their permanent home. And I know you met with Juan Pablo’s uncle Alvaro last week to discuss a deal between the Mob, the Mafia, and the Jalisco cartel.”

“Did Declan tell you that?”

He chuckles again. He seems overly fond of doing that.

“No, lass. I’ve got my own sources of information. And I have to admit, I’m bloody impressed at the deal you negotiated. You were born to twist men around your pinky finger, weren’t you?”

“Enough with the rhetorical questions. I hate rhetorical questions. Who are you?”

Instead of giving me his name, he says cryptically, “An interested third party.”

At first, I think he wants to get in on the Jalisco deal. But then I remember something Declan said the day at his office when he showed me the evidence that Gianni set up the kidnapping attempt and home invasion himself.

When I asked how he came by all the information, he said the same thing this Irishman just said. “An interested third party.”

All the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

I say, “You were listening. That day in Declan’s office, you were listening in on our conversation.”

“Watching it over a hidden camera in the ceiling, actually. Don’t blame Declan for that. He didn’t know it was there. But your performance was impeccable. I’ve never seen a woman handle herself so well. Declan can be very intimidating.”

“Not much intimidates me.”

“Exactly. Which is why I’m extending you an invitation.”