Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

Dylan looked up thirty minutes later as the door to the living room opened and Rogan stepped inside. He raised an eyebrow as he saw Tilly asleep on Dylan’s lap.

“Make yourselves at home,” he said dryly, walking in and pouring himself a drink. “Want one?”

“Yes, thanks.”

Rogan brought over the glass of whiskey and handed it to him.

“She was exhausted,” Dylan said after taking a sip.

“Hmm, probably all that extracurricular activity you two have been getting,” Rogan said.

Dylan just grinned. Then he gazed down at Tilly, his grin fading. “She was worried about you.”

“About me?” Rogan said, looking surprised.

“Yeah,” Dylan replied. “She thought something might have happened to you. She wanted to go find you.”

Rogan grimaced. “Christ, that’s all I need.” But as he gazed down at Tilly his gaze softened a little.

“Everything go all right?” Dylan asked.

“Yeah, mostly. He’ll leave her alone. That’s the main thing.”

Relief nearly brought tears to Dylan’s eyes. “I can’t ever repay you for all your help,” he said.

“We’re brothers. Although I could use your help with something.”

“Sure, anything,” Dylan said.

“Come to Underworld with me tomorrow night. I want you to see where improvements could be made in running it.”

Dylan frowned. He’d never been to Underworld, but he’d heard Rogan and Aedan talk about it. He guessed it was a nightclub and that’s why Rogan was asking for his expertise. It wasn’t the favor he’d been expecting. Rogan tapped his ear and Dylan’s eyes widened. He thought the place could be bugged? But he hadn’t warned them earlier and they’d been speaking freely. What the hell was going on?

Unable to question him further, Dylan nodded.

Tilly stirred in his arms and yawned. “Don’t wanna wake up,” she muttered.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured quietly. Having her curled up in his arms was pretty much his idea of heaven. He loved the feel of her against him, knowing she was safe.

She sighed then rubbed her eyes. “Where am I? Oh!” She spotted Rogan and immediately sat up. “Are you okay? Did it go all right? He didn’t try anything did he?”

She squirmed off his lap and grabbed Rogan’s arms.

“I’m fine.”

Tilly threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. “Thank God!”

Rogan looked slightly alarmed. Dylan bit his lip. Rogan could face down the worst scum in the city without flinching, but a hug from one little woman had him panicking?

Rogan glared at him and Dylan decided he better rescue him. “Come here, a mhuirnín,” he said. The last thing he wanted was Rogan pushing her away and hurting her feelings. “Let the man sit down and have a drink.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, looking chagrined. She sat on the edge of the sofa as Rogan took a seat on an armchair opposite them. “What happened? Did he take the ring as payment?”

“He did. Iker is all about the bottom dollar.”

“Will he—I mean, is that the end of it?”

“He won’t bother you again,” Rogan told them both. “He knows you’re under my protection.”