The Fallon Brothers: Kinney

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Unable to move with two people keeping me in place, I let out a frustrating growl and let my body go slack. There’s no use in wasting energy; I know when to surrender if you’re out of options. For the moment.

  “Kier,” Kinney grunts from above me. “Open the damn safe room.”

  A breath of relief rushes out me and I tell him in all sincerity, “Thank you.”

  The grip tightens on my neck. “Are you going to behave?”

  “That depends.”

  “On?” This one word holds more laughter than the weight of those two letters.

  “If you call me a bitch again or not,” I simply say.

  I hear him snort the same time all the weight leaves my body. In one swoop I’m placed back on my feet and Kinney’s face is in front of mine the next instant.

  “Behave and I won’t have to.” The annoying asshole gives me a smirk along with those words.

  A whooshing sound fills the air as a part of a wall slides open.

  “Motherfucker,” Kier growls. “Pres, you gotta come see this. It’s okay, baby, you’re safe now. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

  Kier grabs one of his knives and twirls it in his hand before he cuts away the bonds holding Yara locked in place on the bed she’s lying on.

  I take a step forward but Kinney holds me back. I glare at the asshole and snap, “Let me go, she needs me.”

  “You’re not the one in charge here, Aspen, I am.” Kinney glances at Kier, who is holding my friend in his arms.

  “That motherfucker has been holding her spread eagle to the bed for a long fucking time by the look of her wrists,” Kier states.

  “A little over four weeks,” I whisper and swallow hard. “I couldn’t get to her sooner.”

  Nics moves through the room. “Everything is set, Pres. What do you want to do?”

  Kinney glances down at me. “Name?”

  “I have your word Yara is safe and unharmed, and will stay that way?”

  He gives me a tight nod and I know this man is good for his word. From all the information I have on this guy it shows he never backs out on any favors he exchanges.

  “Aspen Kinsley.” I pin Nics with a look. “No need to run a background check, I’m about to tell you the rest.” I direct my attention at Kinney when I spill the details that will put them all on edge. “When you run my name, it will come up blank. I’m an assassin for the government, though you’re aware those are always kept under wraps; their dirty little secret. Well, I was one until last night when my contract ended. I gave my notice a few weeks back.”

  There’s no surprise written on Kinney’s face. Only his left eyebrow slowly raises when he asks, “Why quit? They didn’t support you taking out the notorious son of a big shot mob guy?”

  My upper lip twitches in a snarling move at the reminder of my slimeball supervisor. “There were other issues. Besides, this was personal. I didn’t want it on the record. Too many complications and I doubt if they would have approved it since they have their eyes set on Shea. They would rather nail him instead of compromising the case they’re building by saving Yara from Luigi’s claws. What’s one human life to them, right?” I sneer, letting my anger and disrespect simmer through my voice.

  “Interesting,” Kinney murmurs.

  “Pres,” Kier interrupts. “I need to get her out of here. She seems dehydrated and malnourished. Not to mention the fact that she’s disorientated. Fading in and out of consciousness, she seems completely out of it. This woman needs medical attention right fucking now.”

  “She’s pregnant,” I croak, making all eyes land on me. “It’s the reason he kidnapped her.”

  Kinney points a finger at the dead body. “That fucker is infertile, he tied his balls in a knot since he likes to fuck but doesn’t want to be tied down to anyone. I’ve heard a rumor how it might not have been completely successful, but that’s the very reason he always wraps up and never so much as lets a bitch suck him off without a condom. Get me?”

  I narrow my eyes. “I’m well aware. But my friend doesn’t lie and if it wasn’t his, she’d either be dead or he wouldn’t have given her a second glance after he raped her. Need I mention he did it as part of a fucking bet? He took her in front of those fuckers and after he was done with her he took her into his office and raped her two more times before he stashed her into his car and dropped her off at home. He kept her ID and told her he’d kill her if she told anyone.”

  “But she told you,” Kinney states.

  Anger surges through me. “She knows who I am and that I was her only hope. I was out of the country. They wouldn’t let me leave.”

  Kinney nods. “Kier. She’s your responsibility.”

  “Thanks, Pres,” Kier states, and I swear that fucker’s voice is filled with gratitude.

  “Now, wait a second. We had a deal. She was supposed to be escorted away from here, not to be kept by him, you, or anyone else,” I seethe.

  “Not your decision. Safe and unharmed. That’s the favor we set in place. I added protection into the mix. You’re welcome, by the way, because if what you’re saying is true? Then the grandfather is going to take over what dear old son started. Get my drift?”

  My upper lip twitches in anger. Who the hell does this asshole think he is?

  CHAPTER TWO

  — Kinney —

  Anger overtakes this firecracker of a woman, and my dick hardens in response. She’s about to curse me to hell and back but before one word can tumble out of her fuckable mouth, I cut her off, “I’m cashing in one favor. You’re going to be staying with me for the next three months to serve my every need.”

  Yeah, I’m fucking brilliant.

  “Serve your—” she starts to sputter.

  “One more favor I’m cashing in right now and the other one I’m saving.” I’m enjoying the way this woman is getting angrier with every word I throw at her. “Hey, I didn’t get you into this situation. I’m getting you out of it because you offered me those favors, remember?”

  “What’s the second favor you’re cashing in?” she asks through clenched teeth.

  “You’re going to agree to my claim and become my old lady.” Her eyes almost fall out of their sockets when I voice my claim and both Nics and Kier freeze in place.

  “You can’t be serious,” she says in a high-pitched voice.

  “As a heart attack,” I simply state. My eyes lock with Nics’. “You heard what she said, right?” He nods and I give Aspen my undivided attention. “As my old lady your loyalty is mine.”

  Her eyes fill with understanding and she starts to chew on her bottom lip.

  “Out with it,” I grunt, knowing by the way she assaults her lip there’s something she wants to share but is rethinking it.

  Her hands go to her hips as if she needs to take a stand. “The one leading the investigation is my former supervisor and a real pain in the ass dickhead.”

  “Nice. That should also motivate you to be on our side. But make no mistake, one sliver of doubt that would lead me to suspect you’re working with them and I’ll slice your fucking throat, and your friend’s along with it. Understood?” I shoot her an ice-cold look and she quickly gives me a nod in understanding.

  An old lady. Who fucking knew I would have one? I sure as fuck didn’t. It’s a necessity due to the spew of details about the investigation. I need her linked with me so she’ll know where her loyalty lies. This way she’ll be obliged to tell me everything she knows, and for her to keep her trap shut if anyone comes lurking for questions about us.

  I’m risking a lot to take her as my old lady but at the same time I know she’s worth it. This woman risked everything to save her friend. And the fact she dropped her makeshift weapon when she came at me, again to get to her friend. All of it screams loyalty and fierce determination.

  She could have tried to cut my damn throat—I was close enough for her to give it a try—and yet she didn’t. Like I said; she’s worth it. An enigma. A fucking challenge and sexy
as hell along with it. It takes effort to get my dick hard and drop my guard to relax and yet this woman got me hard with her mere presence and that saucy mouth of hers.

  “I guess I don’t have much of a choice in the matter,” she grumbles.

  “True,” I agree. “Though you and your friend also won’t have to run or go into hiding. The both of you are now under the protection of the Fallon Brothers.”

  “True,” she mimics my voice and scrunches her nose and shakes her head in a menacing way.

  I lean in and whisper in a husky tone, “Keep it up and you’ll be wearing my handprint on your ass cheeks.”

  The gasp of outrage is barely there but my ears catch it and it makes me wonder what this woman would sound like when I bury my cock deep inside her in one hard stroke. Not the time nor the place to find out; but soon.

  I grab her upper arm and guide her toward the door. “Nics, stay here to answer any questions Shea’s men might have. All we know is what we walked in on; Luigi murdered and a body in the alley who seems to be the murderer.” I look down at Aspen. “How were you going to explain the killer being dead too?”

  She pulls a very sharp, thin knife from her black heeled boots and hands it to me. “Wipe it for prints, slice Luigi’s hands, a jab in the abdomen...all show to give the ‘struggle scenario’ a little more believability. Then I would have thrown Luigi’s body on the floor instead of leaving him in the chair. The body in the alley also needs a few added abdomen jabs so it would appear he could get out but died outside due to the injuries Luigi gave him. I killed the guy with one jab with this weapon so his injuries will match up. Open and shut case. Plus, the guy had motive. Luigi had two guys beat the shit out of him last week because of a debt he hadn’t paid. The guy had nothing to lose since he has a brain tumor. Doctors gave him two more months. He had no intentions of giving back the money.”

  “Nics, make it happen,” I grunt but my eyes stay pinned on Aspen. “Why him?”

  “You’re very annoying, anyone ever tell you that?” she mutters.

  The corner of my mouth twitches. “More than a few times, now spill.”

  She crosses her arms underneath her full tits and glares at me as she gives me the words, “Dogfights. He arranged them and also killed the dogs afterwards to clean up all the evidence so to say. He’s also a suspect in not one, but two murder cases.”

  “Morals,” I mutter and wrap my fingers around her throat to pull her closer. “I’d say you have a heart of gold, but it might be a bit tainted with blood since you just murdered a guy.”

  I can feel her heart thumping underneath my fingers. She smells so damn good, like cotton candy with a caramel twist. Fucking sweetness that’ll melt on your tongue.

  She leans into my grip and whisper hisses, “You might think you have me all figured out, but don’t underestimate me, you will become painfully aware if you do. Though I have to compliment the whole old lady claim and demand the three-month lockdown. It gives you insider information and a pawn to use as a twisted checkmate when needed. But, Kinney? Don’t use my friend against me. I didn’t give up everything to get her out of this shit all to let her fall into the hands of a different bastard.”

  I give her tiny neck a gentle squeeze. “I’m not a bastard, Aspen. My parents were happily married. And for sure as fuck don’t compare me to that motherfucking rapist who deserved to die. He was a pain in the ass who caused more trouble than a festering tooth. It was his time to die. Enough talk, we need to head to the clubhouse.”

  It’s a good thing we brought the SUV here since we wanted to have a few drinks after we handled Luigi. In fact, Nics and Kier wanted to get drunk and watch tits shake all night long. Since I never get drunk out of my mind, I offered to be the designated driver. Turns out it was a good choice and Aspen actually handled something we were ordered to do.

  I wasn’t lying when I told Aspen Luigi was more trouble than a festering tooth. He was a menace with a big ego and didn’t listen to anyone. His father not so secretly hated him but also couldn’t kill his own son so he let him be. Well, on some level. If the fucker stepped too much out of line, we were the ones who kicked his ass in an effort to straighten shit out.

  Needless to say, everyone involved was sick of his everlasting bullshit. In my opinion it was a whole push and pull game this fucker was constantly playing; getting a rouse out of his father because Luigi wanted to be the one in charge.

  But again, Luigi was the only son of a mob boss. A mob boss who is ruthless to others but had a weakness for his dying wife’s wish to look after their son. His wife died last night, hence the reason we were given the go ahead to end the fucker because Shea was no longer forced to keep up appearances.

  The last few months Luigi has been challenging a drug lord by the name of Leon Mornchez. He’s been causing all of us a lot of unnecessary problems. Not to mention it shows disrespect and lack in leadership against his father. All of it resulted in the back against the wall painful order of Shea; to end his son’s life as soon as his wife expelled her last breath.

  I don’t know if he’s going to be pissed someone else got to him first. He could take it as a lack of showing others how he deals with shit. On the other hand, he can’t know Aspen killed him because she would be dead too, due to not leaving the killer of his son live to tell about it.

  Now I could just mention we took care of his order, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, a father killing his own...forced or not; the fucker gave the order...or his son being murdered? Believe me, in the end it will be better for Shea to know his son was murdered. The blood isn’t on his hands; instead Luigi only had himself to blame. I hit the button and wait for the gate of our property to open.

  I glance beside me. “Remember,” I say.

  “Three months of my life where I need to stay in lockdown with you. I also agreed to your claim to become your old lady. I’m not a damn idiot, Kinney. However, you should probably mention to me what the whole old lady thing entails, besides giving you information about everything I know and keeping my mouth shut to outsiders.”

  “Respect my brothers, do as I say, sleep in my bed, take my cock. The usual,” I casually state.

  She starts to sputter but I’m already killing the engine and jumping out of the parked SUV. I head for the clubhouse but her delicate fingers wrap around my forearm and pull me back.

  “Now just wait one goddamned minute. You can’t say something like that and walk out of the damn discussion.”

  I shrug her hand off my arm. “I don’t see why not.”

  Her upper lip rises in anger—and I recognize it as one of her quirks—but this time her lips stay sealed. I give her a fat smirk and stroll into the clubhouse, fucking whistling as I do. Kier stalks in behind me, the unconscious woman in his arms.

  They were in the backseat of the SUV and I saw him gently stroking her cheek while his whole face was contorted with anger. Yara will be well taken care off from here on out; Kier will make sure.

  From the looks of her, Luigi put her through hell. Without a word Kier heads for his room. Aspen takes a step in their direction and I know her mind is set on taking care of her friend, but that’s not what we agreed upon.

  “Leave them be,” I snap and wrap my fingers around her forearm to guide her toward the bar on the left.

  She rips her arm away from my grip and glares at me. I notice all my brothers’ eyes on us and it’s only now I realize she’s still wearing just the skimpy dress along with her bra. A bra that’s just some see through lace holding her tits in place.

  Inwardly cursing I shrug out of my cut, grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off. When I have my cut back on, I throw the shirt over her head. She struggles to quickly shoot her arms through the holes and gives me a shocked look.

  “What was that for?” she gasps.

  I lean in close beside her ear and tell her, “Didn’t I just mention the whole old lady thing? If I choose to fuck you right here, no one would question me and I would be turned
the fuck on by them watching you take my cock. But having a drink while your tits are on show for all to see? Hell no. I determine when, where, how, or what fucking not.”

  “You’re weird,” she huffs.

  “Byrne, gimme a damn drink.” I glance at Aspen. “What do you want?”

  “A large dildo up your ass to see how well you take it when someone is forcing things upon you. But we don’t always get what we want, right? So, I’ll settle with whatever drink you’re having.”

  Laughter fills the room while my anger fucking skyrockets. “Silence,” I bellow while my hand shoots forward and grabs the aggravating woman by the neck.

  “Listen here, bitch—” My rant is short-lived due to the fist she plants in my gut.

  A grunt leaves my body as I tighten my grip on her neck, spin her around so I can plaster her against the wall while I cage her in with my body. Fire is shooting out of her eyes and the mere heat of it is flaming up my dick.

  I’m panting for my next breath and it’s not because of the punch in the gut she gave me. My whole body is filled with desire and it’s highly frustrating because I need to keep my head on straight. Especially since we’re in the middle of the clubhouse, all eyes are on us, and she just fucking disrespected me in front of my brothers.

  I lean in close, right next to her ear. “I always call it the way I see it. Fucking respect me and I won’t have to call you a bitch ever again, understood?”

  “You’re a pain in the ass,” she grumbles underneath her breath.

  “Keep that shit under your breath or throw them at me when it’s just the two of us and we will hash it out together behind closed doors. Disrespect me in front of my brothers again and I will punish you accordingly.”

  “Punish me?” she growls in utter fury.

  “Yes, and I might just take your idea about a large dildo and shove it up your ass to prove how much of a pain in your ass I really am. Or I might use my cock and bend you over the pool table for all to see.”