Page 24 of Her Irish Twins
“Whatever happens,” he growls thickly. “I want you to know that we’re both completely in—”
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupts on the other side of the loft. And yet, I suddenly realize that not a single bullet is coming our way.
Wait, what?
The sound of men screaming and roaring in Russian fills the loft along with the sound of gunfire. And then suddenly, it goes quiet. Ben and Gavin glance at each other, frowning.
Ben’s hand tightens on his gun. “What thefuck—”
“Oy! You boyos still alive?”
The rough, deep Irish voice booms out, and suddenly, both of my guys are grinning. Gavin reaches up and yanks down the ruined, bullet-ridden down comforter from the bend and wraps me in it, and then they’re standing and helping me up. I blink in shock: the floor is littered with the bodies of the Russian mobsters, and behind them, standing grim and rough looking are a handful of men in black jackets holding smoking guns. And it doesn’t take a genius to spot the shamrock tattoos and know who it is.
Two huge, incredibly good-looking guys step forward, followed closely by a gorgeous girl with fiery red hair. Gavin and Ben chuckle.
“Now what the fuck are you boys doing over here?” Ben grins.
One of the two men grins back. “Saving your arse, I think.”
Gavin chuckles, pulling the comforter around me even more, seemingly not caring that he and his brother are still buck-naked.
“Charlotte, this is Clay and Eamon, also with the Syndicate. And this is Phoebe, their, uh…”
The red-haired woman smirks, her eyes meeting mine. “I think she might have a handle on how to define or not define it,” she says with a grin. Clay and Eamon grin along with her as they move closer, both of them putting arms around her. My brows shoot up as I realize the implication.
“You two dropped off the face of the fucking planet,” Clay growls, frowning for a second before he smirks in amusement. “But it seems you were…”
“Distracted,” Eamon finishes.
I blush fiercely as a few of the men behind them glance past them towards the three of us. Ben and Gavin begin to bristle as eyes begin to sweep over me standing there in just a comforter., but it’s Clay that suddenly whirls, snarling on his own guys.
“Oy! Enough of that!” he roars. “Eyes off, you fucks.”
The men nod, shrugging sheepishly before they file back out of the loft, until it’s just me and my guys, Eamon, Clay, and Phoebe. Clay turns back to us, and he sighs as he arches a brow, his eyes sweeping over us.
“And you two,” he sighs. “For fuck’s sake, put some goddamn pants on.”
Ben and Gavin grin, looking as close to embarrassed as I’ve seen them.
“Apologies,” Ben murmurs at Phoebe as he and his brother turn, scoop up their sweats, and start pulling them on.
Phoebe just laughs, shaking her head. “It’s fine, Ben.” She turns to smirk at me, winking. “Just glad to see that Charlotte hasn’t been short-changed in the company department,” she giggles, making me blush wildly as I stifle a giggle myself.
Eamon and Clay frown, but she laughs as she turns to kiss one and then the other.
“Ohrelax,” she giggles. “As if I don’t havemorethan enough to keep me quite happy and distracted with you two,” she murmurs, a spark of heated desire in her eyes and they both growl and pull close to her.
“We were going to check in today,” Gavin growls. “The Russians came for her, and—”
“No need to explain, brother,” Clay nods. “Believe me when I say we get it.”
He and Eamon grin as they pull close to Phoebe, who blushes as her eyes meet mine.
“We knew you were here anyways,” Eamon growls. “The safe house has a silent alarm when someone unlocks it. We figured it was you. Also…” his eyes harden. “There’s something else.”
Ben frowns. “What is it?”
“It’s Ash,” Clay grunts.