Chapter 18: Mack

I shifted on my seat, gripping my glass tighter, telling myself that I had to stay calm. Lurkin didn't date; he fucked whatever he wanted and never tied himself to anyone. Alcohol was coursing through my veins, making me angrier and more impulsive than usual. I needed to remember that I was here for one thing only and that thing was Lurkin's trust.

"She's pretty and smart, but I don't think she's the kind that fucks around," I told him, drinking more of my Guinness. He laughed, shaking his head.

"I bet she does, mate," he argued with a wink. Jealous rage rose within me and I didn't know why. I had no right to claim Ellie, but I didn't want this asshole to taint her with his dirty claws. I knew everything about him. He was one twisted son of a bitch.

"At least she doesn't nag like Claire does. They laid me off and she's so panicky, thinking that I won't find anything else," I complained.