Dead Drop (The Guild #2)(38)

I just needed to break down her hard shell.

“I can come back in like ten minutes if you need me to,” Mo offered with a teasing grin. “That’s enough time, isn’t it?”

I loved my sister, but sometimes I also hated her. This was one of those times.

“That’s not necessary,” Danny assured her, stepping out of my orbit smoothly. She acted like nothing had just gone on between us. Like her knickers weren’t totally soaked right now.

I narrowed my eyes, watching her every movement and giving a sly smile when she folded her arms over her breasts. What I wouldn’t give to get her into some skirts, rather than the tight jeans she was wearing. Not that she didn’t look incredible, but if she’d been in a dress, I could have had her bent over the hood of the car, with my—

“Fuck,” I gasped when my sister whacked me right in the dick with the back of her hand. “Moana, I’ll kill you.” My voice was a pained groan, though, as I clutched my instantly deflated cock. She just gave a cruel snicker.

“Sure you will, little bro. So, what are we here for?” She shot a curious look between Danny and me, her head tilted. “I hope you appreciate the fact that I came alone. If anyone else shows up, I had nothing to do with it.”

“I wanted to talk with you,” Danny said, taking charge. It was a role that I’d grown used to, but I wasn’t even slightly mad to take a back seat when she took control. Made me wonder what it’d be like if she didn’t submit so prettily in bed. What it might be like for her to take charge there, too. Would I like it, if she choked me?

I’d zoned out, picturing Danny on top of me, using me, abusing me, and wasn’t paying attention to what the girls were saying. I tuned back in just in time to dodge another smack from my sister.

“Pay attention, shithead,” she snapped, a smile playing across her lips. “I asked why you’re here? You could have easily told Danny all this shit yourself.”

I shrugged, taking a few steps out of Mo’s reach, seeing as she was clearly in a violent mood. “It’s your korero, Moana. If you want to tell her, you can.”

Her glare flattened, not buying my shit. But she was right, partly, I could have told Danny myself—had she not pushed all my buttons by pulling a gun on me. But it was her story to tell. Moana was the reason we were systematically burning down the Guild’s empire, one orphanage at a time. And I saw how hurt she was when it seemed like she’d lost her new friend. She needed this opportunity to mend things, because Danny would be in my life for a long time. For forever.

Danny already knew it, too. She just hadn’t admitted it.

“Fine,” Mo huffed, shifting her attention back to Danny. “Let’s go sit down.” She indicated an old restaurant behind where we’d parked. The front windows were all broken, but there were plenty of chairs and tables intact inside.

My sister sat first, and Danny took the seat directly opposite her across the table. Rather than taking the seat perpendicular to both women, I dragged a chair around and sat my surly ass down right beside Danny. I needed to be close to her.

Deep down, or not even so deep, I was scared that if she left my line of sight, I would never see her again.

She cast me a long look from under those mascara-heavy lashes, then turned her attention back to Moana. “Kai mentioned there’s a mole in the Guild.”

“Oh wow,” Mo murmured. “Alright, into the deep end. Yes, there’s a mole in the Guild, and they occasionally slip me intel. Like how we found out that your boyfriend is—”

“An executioner,” I quickly cut her off. Danny didn’t know that snake Leon was on the Circle, and for some reason I didn’t want her to know. “I mentioned that we knew about that.”

Danny shot me a frown but refocused on Mo. “I take it that’s also how you found my home?”

Mo was still staring at me, like she was trying to guess what game I was playing. Then she gave Danny a weak smile. “Something like that. They’ve been feeding us vital info for years, but before you ask, we have no idea who it is.”

“How do you communicate, then?” Danny asked, linking her hands on the dust-covered table. She was still too far away from me. I missed the crackle of electricity when she was close enough to touch with a brush, so I grabbed the edge of her chair and pulled her as close as possible, without sitting her in my lap.

She flicked me an irritated glance but didn’t move away. I called that a win.

“Dead drops,” Mo answered, her curious gaze tracking over me, analyzing my body language. For the first time in forever, I didn’t care what she read from me. All I cared about was how Danny didn’t shrink away when I draped my arm over the back of her chair. “Dark web dead drops, to be specific. And it’s a sporadic thing, too, constantly changing servers and access codes. Honestly, we thought it was a trap until we verified the authenticity of the intel.”

I cleared my throat, seeing the way Danny’s muscles were bunched, her spine straight with tension. As much as I’d love to think she was a part of my team now, she wasn’t. She didn’t want to destroy the Guild, she just wanted to clear her name.

Maybe it’d help her to gain some perspective.

“Mo, why don’t you rewind to the beginning,” I suggested, shifting in my seat so that my thigh rested against Danny’s. “Tell her about Timothy.”