Get Lucky

“Terry,” I say quietly. “Terry is why we’re here.”

Her eyes dart between us, her mouth opening like she wants to say something before it closes again.

“To… check in on him running things?”

Like I said, no lying. No bullshit. No sugarcoating.

“To kill him.”

Eamon’s voice is steeled as he growls the words, and Phoebe whips her head to face him.

“What?”

“We’re here to kill him, angel,” I say quietly, pulling her attention back to me. Her face pales, her head shaking.

“No, you… no.” Her brow furrows as she shakes her head. “You can’t do that.”

I frown. “Are you… close to Terry Morrow?”

She makes a face. “God no, but…”

She trials off, and Eamon and I glance at each other, trying to figure out where she’s going with this.

“Phoebe—”

There’s a pounding on the back door, shattering the moment. I snarl, jumping to my feet and moving for my clothes before I remember that neither of us brought guns into the poker game, per the house rules.

Fuck.

The pounding comes again, making Phoebe jump as she snatches her dress off the floor and holds it to her nakedness.

“Clay! Eamon!”

I breathe. It’s Collin, one of the small handful of guys we’ve traveled here with, and a very loyal right-hand man. I glance at Eamon, who’s also heard, and the both of us quickly grab our clothes.

“One second,” I growl, yanking pants on. Phoebe follows our lead, tugging her dress back on. She goes for her panties, but I’m faster, grinning at her as I snatch them up before stuffing them into my pocket with a wink. Her face goes bright red, and her lip catches in her teeth in a way that makes me want to tell Collin to fuck right off so we can take her again.

He bangs again anyways, and I grumble as I go for the door and yank it wide, shirtless. Collin sputters, tumbling into the room, his chest heaving.

Eamon and I glance at each other again.

Something’s good.

“They… they’re…” Collin chokes catching his breath, like he’s just run a fucking marathon.

“Jesus, breathe,” Eamon frowns, resting his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Just breathe, brother.”

Collin swallows and looks up. “Sir, they—”

His eyes dart past us, towards Phoebe, and my jaw clenches.

“Mind your gaze, boyo,” I hiss dangerously.

Collin goes white, yanking his eyes back to me and swallowing thickly. I’m not that mad that the gorgeous girl behind me has caught his attention, but I want to send a message.

All, it’s fun to fuck with people when you’re at the top.

“Sorry, Mr. Morehouse, Mr. Lear.”

Eamon rolls his eyes, giving me a “quit it” look before turning back to Collin.

“What is it?”

Collin’s face hardens.

“It’s Terry. He’s on his way here.”

I smile thinly. “Well, that’s a good thing.”

“No,” Collin shakes his head, his eyes wide. “No, Clay, it’s not just Terry. It’s Terry and a fucking army.”

My jaw tenses.

“We were in a pub, me and the other lads, drinking a few with some of the Morrow boys. I went outside for a smoke, and one came out on his cell phone. He didn’t see me there, and…”

He shakes his head, his own jaw clenching.

“Tell us,” Eamon growls.

Collin’s face hardness.

“They know, Eamon.”

My frown deepens. “The hell do you mean they know.”

“They know. I mean they know why we’re here, and Terry’s on the warpath, and his nephew is too.” Collin nods towards Phoebe. “Terry’s coming for you both, but Patrick and all of his crew are coming for her. They’re coming here, boys. Right fucking now.”

Oh shit.

Eamon swears, the both of us looking back at Phoebe. I almost smile. Damn, she doesn’t look scared, or like she’s about to freak out or lose it. Hell, she looks like she’s gearing up to fight. She looks like she’s preparing for it.

And fuck is that hot.

I turn back to Collin. “We need guns, and we need the others—”

The wall next to me shatters in a hail of plaster. And believe me, I’ve been shot at enough that I’m diving for the floor before the second shot comes hissing through the open door.

“Phoebe!”

I roar, but Eamon’s already at her, tackling her onto the small sofa and covering her with his body as another blast of gunfire comes thundering through the door from the alley behind the bar. Collin grunts, grabbing his shoulder as he twists and hits the ground.

I lunge for the door to slam it shut, but just as I get there, one of Terry’s guys who I recognize from the poker game early comes charging through the door.

Bad fucking move. I catch him by the throat, flipping him and slamming him head down into the cement floor. The man goes limp, but I’m already moving, grabbing his gun off the floor and whirling as two more guys come charging in. Two shots, and they’re both down, just as Eamon roars and lunges towards me, slamming the door shut with a heavy clang.