Iker narrowed his gaze as he stared at him. “All right, deal. I’ll stay away from the girl as long as you ensure her silence. Just make sure she knows the score. She can’t be the brightest if she didn’t notice that the cheap stones on good old granny’s ring were being swapped for diamonds.”
“You’ll also pay to have her apartment fixed up after you trashed it,” Rogan demanded. “And don’t bother trying to deny it.”
Iker was silent for a long moment then he shrugged. “All right. I’ll pay to have the girl’s cheap apartment fixed up. I’ll transfer the money to you. Jesus Christ, now hand it over.”
Iker stood and held out his hand for the box.
“There’s one more thing,” Rogan said.
“Fucking hell, man. Do you want me to sign over my first born child?” Iker asked with frustration.
“Nothing so dramatic. I want to talk to Miller Toresso.”
Far as Rogan was concerned Miller had made her own bed. She should be left to suffer the consequences. But Tilly had a soft heart. It was a weakness, something she needed to work on. But Rogan could tell Dylan loved her despite that flaw. She’d need Dylan to protect her from all the bad things in the world.
Iker shrugged. “Good luck with that. I was planning on putting her to work at one of my strip bars. Nice pair of tits on her but the silly bitch took off. No idea where she is.”
“That seems convenient,” Rogan drawled.
Iker’s face hardened. “You calling me a liar. You’re welcome to look for her.”
Rogan shook his head after a long moment. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Good. We’ve been allies for a long time. I’d hate to see a stupid whore change that.”
Rogan handed over the jewelry box.
“What do you think?” he asked Colm as they walked to the car.
“He’s holding back. Either he knows where the girl is or he’s looking for her. She’s a loose end as well.”
“Exactly what I thought. Let’s keep this between ourselves okay?”
“Sure, boss.”
Unease swirled through him. Would Colm keep it quiet or was he selling information on the side?
Iker’s slip of the tongue had sealed the lid on his suspicions that someone in his crew was sharing secrets. There had been a few other things that had roused his suspicions, but there was no way Iker could have known that was Tilly’s grandmother’s ring unless someone close to Rogan had blabbed.
Someone had betrayed him and Rogan couldn’t let that go unpunished.
Chapter Eight
Tilly paced past him. She’d been agitated all evening and Dylan couldn’t blame her. Sitting around and waiting for Rogan to get back from his meeting with Iker had Dylan on edge as well.
“Do you think Rogan’s okay? What if something has happened to him? Shouldn’t he be back by now? Maybe we should go after him,” she suggested. She ran her hand through her hair, tugging at it anxiously.
As she walked past him once more, he reached out and grabbed hold of her, pulling her down onto his lap. He grabbed her cold hands in one of his. Cupping the side of her face with one hand, he turned her head so he could study her closely. Her pupils were dilated, her breath shallow and fast.
Too much fear, adrenaline, and caffeine was taking its toll on her.
“Listen to me, Rogan will be fine. He can take care of himself.”
“Do you think we did the right thing?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Should we have taken the ring to the police? I mean, it just doesn’t feel right to hand over so much money to a gang.”