The problem with Shan was how her voice got louder when she was excited. Already, a couple of patrons were looking in their direction, but Reagan ignored their attention, setting down the pint of beer in front of the man that had ordered it, picking up the ten he’d left waiting for her.
“Shan, please don’t—”
“I’m like the first person you should tell,” she said, her voice lowering a touch.
“I sent you a text this morning. Didn’t you get it?”
“You know my phone is sketchy at best. I—oh hey, I remember you,” Shan said as Niklaus took a seat at the end of the bar, oblivious—or just not caring—of the death glare Reagan was sending in her direction. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You must not have recognized me when you came by the diner and asked whether Reagan still worked there.”
What?
Reagan looked at them both in turn. Niklaus’ expression hardly changed, though his brow did twitch, but she hadn’t a clue what that meant. Shannon on the other hand, had one hand on her hip and was staring at him with all the bravado in the world.
“But I’m not surprised you don’t remember me,” Shan went on when Niklaus didn’t respond. “You had seemed to be wrapped up in Reagan at least until you left.”
“Shannon!” Joey called from the kitchen.
In that moment, Reagan could have kissed the man, or at least offered him a raise. Reluctantly, and with a pointed look in Reagan’s direction, Shan stalked off.
Focusing on Niklaus, she asked, “Why are you here again? I thought I made it clear last night that I didn’t want you here.”
He folded his hands on the bar top, openly studying her. “Is that what you meant?”
“Niklaus—”
“We need to talk.”
She was already shaking her head. “No, we don’t. There’s nothing for us to talk about.”
“No? I think we do.”
“Niklaus we could have talked years ago, back when I actually wanted to talk to you. Now, there’s nothing.”
Before she could move away from him, he grabbed hold of her hand, his thumb at her wrist. “Give me ten minutes to explain.”
“Even if I needed one—and I don’t—it’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
When he didn’t respond, but kept a firm hold of her, she finally looked at him, straight into those pale blue eyes of his, ones that she had always thought were spell-binding.
“Ten minutes. If you still don’t want to see me after, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Fine. Not today though.”
“Give me a time, and I’m yours.”
She shouldn’t have been as pleased as she was by his words. He probably didn’t even mean it the way she took it, but she couldn’t help it.
“Are you ordering something, or are you leaving?”
He gifted her with the slightest of smiles. Yeah, he was staying.
Rolling her eyes—though she was trying her hardest not to be charmed—she filled a glass and set it in front of him, then walked away before he could engage her in conversation again.
Reagan could almost pretend that he wasn’t there. Almost.
But his presence was the least of her concern as the atmosphere changed when the door opened and a gust of wind blew in, men following close behind.
She didn’t have to look up to know that it was Liam—she could feel the change in the air. How the animated conversations had come to a standstill, or how chairs screeched as people got to their feet, tossing bills on the table, and headed for the door. He thought he was doing her a favor by keeping Rourke away? His presence alone was ruining her.
Casually maneuvering through the crowd of people, he didn’t stop until he was standing in front of the bar directly in front of her and right beside Niklaus. Though everyone on the barstools closest to Liam scurried out of the way, Niklaus remained where he was, utterly unaffected by him as he continued drinking his beer.
Liam peered over in his direction—probably wondering why he hadn’t moved like the others—and was about to dismiss him entirely, but then his eyes narrowed.
“Do I know you from somewhere?”
Niklaus placed his glass on the bar. “Doubtful.” That was it. That was all he said as though Liam wasn’t worth more of an effort.
Reagan didn’t know whether she was impressed or afraid that he seemed so unbothered by Liam’s quite obvious display of power.
Liam might have looked annoyed with the slight, but he chose to ignore it, turning back to Reagan. “We need to talk. Privately.”
Though the last thing she wanted to do was talk to him, she nodded anyway. Liam was a jealous man, and anytime he thought someone might have an interest in her, he made it a point to make sure they understood she was off limits. Sometimes it was just with words…other times, not.
She didn’t want to think about what he might do to Niklaus considering they’d had a relationship in the past—even if it was strictly sexual.
“Okay.”
“You sure about that?”
Reagan and Liam both looked to Niklaus after he asked the question, but he was focused solely on Reagan. He was trying to convey something to her, just with the look in his eyes, but she couldn’t decipher it.
“Oy, who in the hell do you think you are?” Liam demanded.
As Niklaus got to his feet, Reagan rushed around the bar. She stepped between them, her back to Niklaus, staring up at Liam. “Don’t. You promised me that my place was off limits to you and your brother.”
That was one of the few things that Liam had allotted her. Since he didn’t like her around his brother much—mainly because Rourke was a psychopath—he had told her during the beginning that he would make sure they kept all business away from her pub so she wouldn’t lose her business. Even if she had never witnessed it, teaching people a lesson in respect was one of their businesses.
“We can go in the office to talk.” It was beyond clear that he wasn’t done with Niklaus, but she refused to give him what he wanted. “Please.”
After a tense moment, he gestured for her to go ahead of him, and only when she was sure he wouldn’t do something when her back was turned did she disappear down the hallway with Liam at her heels.
They were barely inside with the door closed before Liam was in her face. “Who the fuck was that?”
She had seen him annoyed, sure. Frustrated. But never angry. And now that she was in the face of it, for the first time she felt fear of him.
Maybe it wasn’t just Rourke everyone needed to watch out for.
Swallowing, she met his eyes and said, “I don’t know.” Yes, she knew his name and knew more intimate details about him, but for what he really wanted to know, she didn’t have the answer.
“Then what’s he doing piping up at me? Trying to protect you?” He searched her face, his gaze narrowing. “Or you trying to protect him?”
Choosing to ignore his first two questions, she did answer the last. “Everyone knows who you are Liam and that makes them weary of coming here. My business is already suffering just because they think you might show up. If you actually hurt someone here, they would never come back.”
He conceded to her point, though this wasn’t vocalized, just a mere nod of his head. There was no need in arguing it further, she was just glad he was willing to let it go.
“Now, what did you want to talk about?”
“Jimmy.”
Her shoulders relaxed as she heard her brother’s name. “What about him?”
“There’s word that he’s been hanging around Declan.”
Reagan was careful, very careful to keep her expression blank. When Liam had barged his way into her life, he hadn’t thought of who she or her family was, only that she could be his shiny new play thing he wanted to possess.
What he didn’t know was that their families, her and Declan’s, had known each other for years, even before coming over to America. Their mothers had been the best of friends for a long t
ime, at least until Conor found out what the patriarch of the Flanagan family did for a living. But once he had, Conor severed ties with them, demanding that none of them even mention the Flanagan name again.
Her mother had meekly agreed to his demands, and since Reagan had been only a girl, she’d had no choice in the matter.
But her brothers…
They and Declan had been close, too close for Conor to rip them apart.
It was ultimately their loyalty to Declan that made Conor disown them.
Jimmy was another story entirely. Since he was only three years older than her, to their brothers, he had been too young to hang around them, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try and follow them around every chance he got. Their mother may have been passive when it came to many things, but she had been unwilling to give Jimmy up.
So yeah, there was a strong possibility that Jimmy was hanging around Declan—especially if the rumors of him being back were true—and with the way Jimmy had been talking yesterday, he obviously had a reason for going to him of all people.
And that reason worried her.
But Reagan loved her brother, and she wasn’t going to give him up. “I don’t see how that’s possible. He’s been at the pub every night.” Sometimes for only an hour, but that was semantics.
“And you wouldn’t lie to me.”
“No.”
She could tell he didn’t believe her, but he didn’t argue the point. “Tell that brother of yours to steer clear of the Flanagans. We wouldn’t want him to become collateral damage.”
Reagan bristled. “Are you threatening my brother?”
“Merely making a point, love.”
He curled a hand around the back of her neck and squeezed, making her wince. Maybe she had been foolish in believing that he was any better than his brother. She was seeing that now.
“Stay out of trouble.”
He pressed his lips hard against her forehead before letting her go, walking out of the office without a look back. Shortly after he’d gone and the door chimed signaling his exit, the conversations started back up.
Reagan only had a moment to herself before Shan came barging in.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.” But she didn’t believe that herself, not entirely.
“What did he want?”
“It was nothing.”
“Are you—”
Reagan cut her off. “I’m sure. Is Niklaus…is he still out there?”
Frowning, Shan shook her head. “He left almost immediately after you came back here.”
She should have been glad, but she couldn’t deny the disappointment that slowly wormed through her. Even so, she said, “Good.” She pushed off her desk, grabbing her phone from her back pocket to send a quick text to her brother to call her as soon as he got the chance. As she was pocketing it, she ran over everything that had happened with Niklaus and remembered something. “What did you mean when you said he came by the diner asking about me?”
“He did. I had forgotten all about it until I saw him today—meant to tell you but I forgot.”
“What happened? When was this?”
“Maybe a year and a half ago? A little longer? And not much did happen. He came in, sat at a table with another guy. I took their order, he asked if you were working, and that was that. He didn’t stay too much longer after that. Which, let’s be honest, if he was looking for you then, that obviously means he’s popped up now for you.”
Reagan didn’t even want to contemplate that.
“But the real question is, what are you going to do about Liam? I’ve seen the way both of them look at you, and it’s only to one that you give the same look back.”
“I care nothing about Niklaus, Shan.”
Rolling her eyes, Shan swung the door open. “Of course not, but Liam won’t care that you don’t care about him, he’ll only care that he cares about you. And even if it’s not Liam that goes after him, his brother might just to prove a point.”
Yeah, that was what she was afraid of.
Shan headed back to the bar after that, leaving Reagan to her thoughts. Now, not only did she have to worry about her brother, she had to worry about Niklaus too. She almost hoped he wasn’t staying for long, just handling whatever business he came for then went back to wherever it was he came from.
Because she didn’t think he would be safe if Liam saw in her what Shan did.
Chapter Twenty
Tapping his thumb against the steering wheel, Niklaus watched from the privacy of his car as Liam McCarthy and his men exited the pub, heading towards two black SUVs not too far away. Only when they were inside with the engine going did he start his own, knowing that the roar of his would attract attention.
One thing Niklaus realized about himself as he slowly pulled out, carefully trailing behind them, was that he had far more control over himself than he’d thought. The minute Liam had tried to show him up in the pub, Niklaus had wanted to show him what a year and a half of training had instilled in him, but at the last possible moment, he thought better of it.
If Liam even suspected that Niklaus was more than a bar patron, he would be more likely to keep look into him—it already didn’t help that he shared a face with Mishca. It was obvious that the pair had not crossed paths however—but there was guarantee that anyone else in his little crew hadn’t. Besides, if it was true that the McCarthy brothers were really trying to make Hell’s Kitchen their new base of operations, when they did their research, Mishca’s name would ultimately come up.
So for the time being, he’d restrained himself, but one day very soon, he and Liam McCarthy would have words.
The Irish drove for a while before finally pulling into the lot of an old warehouse. Niklaus kept on, circling the back, and parking a few blocks down. There was no point in going in just yet, not when he wasn’t sure who all was inside.
Killing the engine and pocketing his keys, he propped his feet up on the dash and waited.
*
Four hours, twenty-six minutes, and ten seconds had passed since Niklaus had parked outside the warehouse, waiting for Liam and his men to exit. In that time, he’d sent a text to Winter, asking her for the blueprints to the warehouse, and anything she had so far. Though it had yet to be a full day, he didn’t doubt that she already had plenty.
“Apparently,” she’d said when they’d connected, “Donovan—that’s the father by the way—wasn’t behind their sudden move to the States. He still, for the most part, does business out of Dublin.It was the sons’ idea to expand. From what I have Rourke is the brawn, and the other, Liam, is the brain. Though he’s the youngest, nothing gets done without his approval.”
And Reagan was mixed up with him.
He wondered whether she knew what he did, or at the very least, who his family was. Back at the pub, she had jumped in front of him like she was trying to protect him from Liam, so even if she didn’t know everything … he bet she knew something. He would have to find that out later, though.
Sadly—because it would have made his life a hell of a lot easier—Winter hadn’t been able to find much on the shipment. Actually, it was hard to find anything on McCarthy business. The only thing she had been able to find was a tracking number, and that was a dead end since the shipment was marked as ‘lost.’
And last, she’d learned Donovan was coming stateside very soon—that at least coincided with what the Kingmaker had said about the deal going down in little more than two weeks.
But that still didn’t answer the question as to where the shipment was presently.
“Dig deeper,” Niklaus said as the doors to the warehouse swung open, Liam and a few others walking out. “I’ll call you back.”
They both hung up without a goodbye.
Shifting down in his seat, he ducked out of sight as the SUVs passed. He waited a heartbeat, two, then sat up, glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure they were out of sight before opening the car door and climbing out, going to the tr
unk.
On the job, the most important thing to remember was to come prepared. Sure, he was good with his fists, probably a hell of a lot better than anyone who might await him inside the warehouse, but his hands could only do so much, especially if they were armed.
First came his vest, the kevlar carefully strapped into place. Then his thigh holsters—as well as another set at his waist. His beanie followed, and finally, the black mask.
It was a bit unnecessary for others, the mask. Not one of his associates felt the need to conceal their identities, but for Niklaus, it was a necessity.
Armed for bear, Niklaus made his way to the warehouse, picking the lock for one of the side doors. He could hear voices not too far from his place, mostly male though he thought he did hear the soft laughter of a female.
Slipping around the corner, he headed in the direction of the office. Having studied the blueprints and going over the schematics in his head, he could guess where the office would be, and it might have been because of his years on the job, or the fact that most people were predictable, that it was easy or him to reach it.
In most cases, the main office was situated towards the back, definitely away from the entrance, but close to a rear exit for a quick getaway. If this was more than a dumping ground, the office would definitely be back there.
Then again…it could also be because of the way buildings were designed.
Carefully, he made his way across the floor of the warehouse, glancing back every few steps, listening for any change in the space around him.
He slipped into the office easily, closing the door shut, then hunting through the folders, looking for anything of value. It wasn’t until he noticed a spare piece, one that was partially tucked beneath the phone sitting on the desk that he finally found something of value.
To anyone else, it could have meant nothing, but considering Niklaus had an idea as to the deal’s date, he could make sense of the numbers written. What followed was an address.
Snapping a picture, he placed it back as he’d found it, going through what was left of the filing cabinet next. There wasn’t much else that he could find on the shipment, but there was plenty of other information on what, exactly they were doing to make money in Hell’s Kitchen.
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