His to Punish (The Cleaners Book 2)

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Ty had finished his soup, before he pounced.
    “So, how are you going to deal with the Jeanette being Myrtle’s sister issue, then?” He smirked when his brother pushed his chair back and shook his head at him.
    “Subtle as always, bro. Let the man’s food go down, at least. He’s been out of it for two days. I highly doubt he has a plan yet,” Alex said.
    Susie tensed in Ren’s arms, and Ty barely suppressed his irritation.
    “What would you all have me do? Whether she’s Myrtle’s sister or not isn’t really relevant right now. You all know what that scum would have done to her, had I not been with her when she got back to the estate. She crossed the lines, coming to Huntly and asking for a job. He made her my responsibility and that meant I couldn’t just let her walk to certain doom.”
    “If that is what would have happened. For all we know she was sent by the Priestlys to infiltrate us. At the very least to draw us out into their territory.” Ren dropped a kiss on the top of Susie’s head as he spoke, and she snuggled in even more. “You made yourself a fucking target, Ty.”
    “And like I said to you then, what would you have done had it been Susie?”
    The redhead blanched, and Ren looked ready to murder him.
    “She needs her lunch, pumpkin. Go and take it to her, while I have this out with the idiot.”
    “No stay, Susie,” Ty said when she made to leave. “I’ll be taking it down to her, and you have as much right to hear my reasons as the boys.”
    Ren frowned, but he didn’t insist on her leaving further, and pulling out a chair, Susie sat opposite Ty.
    “I would have gone in for any of our girls, and I know damn well you would have done the same. Yes, I know, strictly speaking she isn’t one of us yet, but she did come to Huntly, and he offered his protection. I hazard a guess that’s why he hasn’t ordered her killed yet. Besides, we need to know why she did what she did. So, you want to know my plans?  I tell you what they are. I’m going to do my fucking job, that’s what I’ll do. If she turns out to be cheating, lying bitch like her sister was, I’ll kill her myself.”
    Susie gasped at that, and Ren nodded with a grim smile.
    “You saw her at that audition, boss. She was nervous as fuck. And really pissed at you, which makes sense if she’s Myrtle’s sister, but my gut tells me there is more to that then the obvious. She didn’t appear to have any grasp of the danger she was in when we were heading back to that estate, and had she wanted to, she could have shopped me to the police there and then.”
    A collective murmur went around the room, and Ren swore under his breath.
    “What the fuck happened?” he asked.
    Ty shrugged and instantly regretted that move, as his sore side smarted.
    “Got stopped by the cops. Not gonna bore you with the reasons. Suffice to say she went along with the cover story I made up, instead of getting me arrested for assault.”
    Ren’s eyebrows shot to his hairline at that statement, and Ace chuckled.
    “Hell, that’s more like it. Manhandled her a bit, did you?” he asked.
    “Something like that. I’d just found out where she lived, and … yeah…” He gave a short laugh. “It didn’t go down well with me, as you can imagine. Anyhow, like I said she kept quiet then, so for that reason alone, I had to go with her, and that’s why I’m asking you all to give her the benefit of doubt for now. I admit I have no fucking clue what her game is, but instinct tells me she’s not with the Priestlys. Just let me do this my way, okay?”
    The boys all exchanged a look, and nodded as one. Susie looked less happy as he got up and held out his hand.
    “If you’ll give me her portion, I’ll take it down for her.”
    He had to smile at the disgruntled way Susie ladled the steaming soup into a dish, covered it with a plate and tore off a chunk of bread. Freshly baked by her fair hands that morning, no doubt. They had all lucked out when Ren

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