6

After we hailed a cab and got off in one of Dublin's better parts, Irina ran ahead of us with Padraig while Jake whispered in my ear to get the little one ready.

Didn't he have any other worries?

"I hope she has pretty cousins. Not in the mood for a penalty kick like that," he complained, still seeming angry that the chick had escaped from the club.

"We just shot two people and you're only thinking about fucking again," I stated and he immediately put his arm around my shoulder.

"Someone has to do it. Besides, I didn't shoot anyone. So I'm really out of it."

He looked at me expectantly, but I just rolled my eyes and almost bumped into Padraig, who suddenly just stopped in front of me.

"We're here," Irina said with her key in hand and I looked around curiously. The surroundings seemed just as posh as my home, but I honestly had to admit that the swanky mansion in front of me seemed more powerful than Rians.

Apparently, Irina was not from poor parents...

"Oh," she said quietly after unlocking the front door and turned to face us again to take a good look at Jake. "My cousins ​​almost only speak Russian. If they get too pushy, let me know."

I also took a closer look at Jake, who suddenly took off his leather jacket and ran a hand through his hair.

"I can handle that," he said with a smile, and when I looked back at Irina, she smiled, impressed, and opened the wide front door, so we immediately followed her in a high entrance area.

While Irina watched us, the three of us surveyed the area, until suddenly a woman walked past us wearing only her underwear. She didn't seem to mind our presence at all, grinning like her and winking and walking into another room...

Where did I end up here???

Padraig seemed just as confused as I was and gave me an irritated look while Irina eyed us with a raised eyebrow and Jake flexed his muscles.

"Then come with me."

Irina ran ahead of us through the archway through which the half-naked woman had also walked, and when I suddenly turned the corner and was probably standing in the living area, I couldn't believe my eyes.

The whole room was huge and soft music was playing from the system in the corner. There was a large light carpet on the dark wooden floor and when my gaze fell to the wide L couch, I saw not only one woman in underwear there, but at least 10 and although the light only shone dimly down from the ceiling, I only approved good how incredibly beautiful they all looked.

It didn't go unnoticed by Jake either, who drew a deep breath next to me.

"Irina, I know women like you and I really don't feel like it. I'm gone," Padraig said suddenly and wanted to pass me, but I held him back by his leather jacket and looked at him encouragingly.

"Senan, that's 100 per hooker and just because we're standing here and staring, you can take a fucking loan from your brother."

I looked at him confused and wanted Jake's opinion too, but suddenly he wasn't with us anymore.

"Hello ladies," I heard him staring at the couch with Padraig, where Jake was already sitting between two blondes and putting his arms around their shoulders.

"And he can soon go to work himself to pay for his night here," said Padraig, only amused.

"Don't worry," Irina interrupted our conversation, stepping between us. "Yes, we have set up an escort service here, but we also have private fun and you don't need to worry. I certainly don't want to cheat you out of your money."

She looked down at Padraig and then gave a dirty smirk. "So have your fun."

She put her hand on his arm and gently pushed him towards the couch, where he then took a seat between two of the women, who immediately poured tequila from a bottle into his mouth.

It all still seemed Spanish to me, or should I rather say Russian, but I also wanted to go to the couch, but was stopped by Irina, who pulled me out of the room without saying anything until we were back in the entrance hall and she sat down on a step of the stairs in front of us.

"Hopefully your friends don't have wives," she smiled, taking off my denim jacket and then handing it to me.

"Hardly believe a woman could last more than one night with them," I grinned back and took my jacket while she took a deep breath and eyed me intently.

"And you? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No," I admitted frankly, and I thought I noticed a suspicious twitch in the corners of her mouth. Was she really happy about it or did she just want to play a game with me?

With her living here, I could at least be sure that she certainly wasn't interested in my money, but then what was it that had been between us from the very first moment? Was there anything at all? Or was I just imagining it?

"And you?" I asked back to break this emerging silence. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

She shook her head almost imperceptibly and gave a short laugh. "I had one, but it's lying face down on the street."

How could she laugh at that? She must be really crazy...

Apparently noticing my very thoughtful reaction to this, she hurriedly got up to stand close in front of me.

"You're a thinker," she whispered, stroking my brown hair lightly. "But too much thinking breaks the mind. That man you protected me from was a pig. He hit me more than once and deserved nothing more than what you did to him, you can believe me."

There was a moment that I couldn't quite interpret, because somehow time stood still and I didn't even really notice what she was telling me. I was too busy exploring the blue of her eyes, taking in her fruity scent, and noticing her tender touch as she stroked my cheek lightly with her hand.

"And you're an escort too?" I asked and she giggled as sweetly as she did before.

"No, I started escorting when I came here when I was 19. It's been 5 years now. I've saved enough money to live a nice, quiet life. We girls share this villa as it's cheaper, as if each were sitting in their own apartment."

A satisfied smile spread across my lips, but I immediately tried to suppress it. What did it matter to me whether she was an escort or not? Nothing! I didn't even know her!

Fuck man! And then she looked deep into my eyes again, silently, and I didn't know whether to run away or kiss her!