The warm twist in his gut simmered down and deflated, giving way to a cool wave that washed over Montgomery. Talk of business always halted his desire to test the waters between him and Eoin, the safe mutual territory of co-worker always finding its way into their conversation like a solid wall. Montgomery was too much of a gentleman to force past it.
The news did peak his interest though and Montgomery had to tip his head back and roll his shoulders. Mentally admitting defeat as he settled back into his role as boss and took a deep breath ignoring the tempting smell of gun grease and Eoin.
“Tally’s never skimped on us before Eoin, is it possible the error is on the other end of the line?” Montgomery gripped his left wrist, fingers sliding under his loose cuffs to scratch at his skin while he thought. “What are we missing exactly?”
"Three uzis, a couple of the Modded M24 pieces and three glocks." he listed off the missing weapons, "everything else we received." He craned his neck to the side momentarily and lifted his arm to press in to the knot that was getting increasingly tighter in his shoulders.
"I'm sure it's just a mistake in the paperwork." he muttered, he didn't really believe it himself. He made an almost inaudible sigh of regret as Monty's hand left his arm to scratch at his skin. He pulled himself back to a standing position, no longer leaning against the couch.
"I'll put this shit away, didn't mean to bother you with it." he grumbled, moving away from the slightly intoxicating scent of cleanliness that seemed to extrude from Monty, Eoin did not want to deal with these feelings right now. He would rather keep that to shameful nights alone in the dark when it was just him and a bottle of Vaseline intensive care.
“Its not an inconsiderable amount Eoin, that is 50 grand easy, lost to a clerical error.” Monty watched Eoin stretch the muscles in his triceps bunching tight and the wife beater he wore pulling taut across his chest. Eoin made keeping their partnership strictly profession a challenge in futility.
Montgomery bit the inside of lip, hand slipping free of his sleeve to card up through his combed back hair. Inside his head Monty reminded himself of his position, the words you’re his boss filtering uselessly through his mind. You’re his boss and you can tell him what to do, Monty smiled at that notion remember how that had ended for so many of his crew before. Sleeping with subordinates who turned out to be nothing but useless dogs out to cheat him or literally stab him in the back.
“I don’t care about the damn mess Eoin,” Monty reached out on instinct, his tactile needs ever present, and pressed his hand flat to younger mans stomach. He’s killed for you. Every one of those filthy, useless sexual exploits at the bottom of the river for you.
“It really bothers you doesn’t it, do you honestly think Tally has something to do with the missing guns.”
The muscles in his stomach twitched slightly as Monty's hand flattened over them. His breathing quickening slightly as his cheeks started to flush. He hoped that Monty contributed that coloring was due to his frustration over the matter as opposed to the desire that was surfacing.
"It's only a hunch, I have no proof." the words mumbled together, he was very distracted at this moment. His gaze traveled up Monty's arm to his face.
"if she's getting the same shipments, she should be losing out on money like us." Eoin could hear his own heartbeat in his ears, his conversation seemed disconnected from what he was currently imaging. Keep it professional He took a step towards Monty as opposed to back, which was what he had initially intended to do.
Monty felt the movement before he registered the way Eoin stepped into him, and his hand slipped down the tip of one finger hooking along the edge of Eoin’s jeans. It was a familiar dance, a game of chicken to see who stepped aside and redirected the conversation back to business.
“You know you just have to ask, I’ll get those papers for you.” Monty dug his finger just a little deeper, two knuckles slipping past fabic and the press of Eoin’s waist. “I trust your hunch, you’ve never been wrong.”
Monty lifted his head to look Eoin in the eyes, holding the man's stare as he felt a hot cold wave wash over him. His own heart giving a hard thud inside his chest.
“I want, “ he paused to gather his thoughts, what did he want? His eyes darkened as he held Monty’s gaze, mouth parting in anticipation, his tongue moistening lips once again. His usual nervous tick. Eoin’s stomach twisted in to nervous knots, he wasn’t sure if he was willing to take this dance a step further. Yet... Fuck it. His hand reached up and rested just under Monty’s ear and the back of his neck, fingers curling in a motion that led Monty to his parted lips. Dipping his head down just a little, a little more.
As soon as he felt the moistened lips on his own, he let out an audible growl of need. His arms tightening around Ambrose. Christ! he opened his mouth slightly, his tongue searching a way in to Monty’s. This is a mistake. A goddamned, feel good, fucking mistake!
God damn it, Montgomery’s single finger was joined by the rest of his fingers. They slid into the space between fabric and warm body, and gripped tightly for balance. Tugging hard on Eoin’s jeans Monty’s mouth instantly opened with a welcome groan as Eoin pressed his lips against his. His pup was all searing heat, tongue and lips slanting across his with a demanding harshness that made Monty’s head swim. The growl Eoin released made his heart beat double, a hard thud inside his chest that caused his breath hitch.
We’ve known each other 15 years, Monty thought. All those looks, every passing joke at his preferences, Eoin’s stupidity flawed sense of loyalty. All the mess he’d put Eoin through, each win or loss they experienced, shared coffees, broken bones and cut skin, buying a damn house.
“You’re mine,” Monty murmured against the molten press of Eoin’s mouth and let himself be dragged in and held against Eoin. His own body and mouth passive enough for the younger man to feel in control.
Let him lead, Monty closed his eyes and slid his other arm up along Eoin’s back. His palm flat and sliding over Eoin’s undershirt until he could find purchase by grabbing a fist full of the thin strap over Eoin’s shoulder.
His pup tasted like old drink, bitter but warm along his pallet and his gun metal smell filled Monty's head with images of a wretched armory. Guns scattered across the cement floor, hundreds of dollars scratched and dented while they’d rut against one another. I’d get on my knees for him, I’d let him fuck my face and ruin my best suit.
Eoin felt Monty respond, lips parting to let him in. He reacted to the moan Monty let forth, a sound, until now, Eoin spent the last fifteen years secretly fapping over. This man was his life and right now all he could think of were ways to that he wanted to punish him sexually for making him part of Monty's long line of conquests.
His gut churned, that's not what he wanted to be, some notch in a belt. Not the next backstabbing prick at the bottom of the river.
Eoin let out another growl of frustrated tension, as Monty's hand tightened on the strap of his undershirt. He pushed them back against the wall effectively pinning Monty between him and the solid edifice.
there was no hiding the enormous, raging hard on now. Eoin didn't care, he wanted to possess this man, his friend, boss, confidant or whatever the fuck label they wanted to use.
"Christ!" he exclaimed, coming up for air, taking in the sight of Monty before him before he dipped down to taste his mouth again. Fuck it, fuck it all to hell I'm done hiding!
[ SMS SOUNDS ]
Ambrose Montgomery, you have a new text from Lenna Croft!
[ Read Now ]
The wall was a sudden and solid presence at his back, knocking a huffed breath out of him. All the while Eoin surged against him, Monty could feel his hardon through his jeans pressed against his slacks. A sizzle of pride coiled through him knowing he was the cause. Monty slid his fingers free of Eoin’s waistline, rucking up his undershirt to expose his abs. Monty’s hand pressed to Eoin’s skin fingers sliding through the slick forming on his skin.
“Not quite—” Eoin’s mouth locked over his lips again, there was no reprieve, Monty’s fingers flexing against Eoin’s stomach muscles. His own cock hardening in his slacks. But I can be your god if you want, Monty thought amused. A hot swill twisting his insides pleasantly. A god who’d bow to you.
Monty released his grip on Eoin’s shirt strap and pressed his hand to the man’s neck. Sweaty palm meeting hot skin and stiff muscle, carding up along the base of Eoin’s skull into his mess of loose hair. It was soft between his fingers, thick and a little damp, and Monty held his friend against his mouth even as he put a scant breath between them.
“Please say yes,” it came out breathy between them, Monty licked out the tip of his tongue tasting himself on Eoin’s mouth. The request for real permission hanging in the space where their breath mingled.
Forehead pressed to Monty’s, chest rising and falling in rapid succession, Eoin slid his eyes opened to slits as he heard the request. His gazed fixated on the soft lines of the mouth, he had been attached to just mere seconds before, the tang of fine wine from Monty’s mouth lingering. His own hand had a grip to Monty’s neck, he didn't seem to understand what that small request meant, what it could mean.
“Yes” unbidden the word came in a rush as Eoin nipped at Monty’s lips again, “Fuck yes.” He pressed in to Monty harder, his hands reached up to grab the fabric of his own shirt and muscles bunching, tore it away and tossed it aside like it was some nuisance. His large hands rested on either side of Monty’s hips, fisting the fabric as he rutted against him. “Ambrose…” a heat washed over him, leaving him feeling dewy as a sheen of sweat was left in it’s wake.
His steel resolve was crumbling, about to leave him entirely exposed. He felt himself begin to panic. His chest rose and fell as he could feel the rise of that hysteria deep within his sternum. He couldn't deal with this right now.
Montgomery felt a weight lift at the enthusiastic yes, the way Eoin removed his shirt and gripped his hips to grind into him made pant breathily. Eoin was like a desperate teenager, rutting for satisfaction because he didn’t know how else to ask. Monty’s grip in Eoin’s hair tightened enough to hold him back. The hand pressed against Eoin’s stomach pushing against his solid weight. Monty leaned up off the wall and pressed his mouth against Eoin’s jaw, kissing along the scruff on his face, down to the jumping pulse along his neck.
“There are better, faster ways to ask for this Eoin.” Monty licked at Eoin’s neck and gulped down the smell and taste of him. “You didn’t have to wait for me to buy you a house.” Monty nipped at the skin of Eoin’s neck and began to carefully lower him to his knees. His back hitting and sliding against the wall, his gaze tipped upward to start into his pups face.
The soft caress of Monty’s lips along his chin, down to his neck caused his breath to hitch. His chest still rose and fell as he panted endlessly. He could hear Monty speak but the words were lost on him as he watched, spellbound, the man slide down to his knees. Eoin moaned the sight of such a powerful man bent like that, ready to take what Eoin was offering caused his dick to twitch.
He held his gaze, as the words finally hit home.
“Wait… is that what you think this is?” There was a slight shift in energy here, “Payback for some fucking place to live?” he was letting his fear take over.
“FUCK!” He punched the wall beside Monty angrily, his fist splitting through the gypsum of the wall before he stepped back. He couldn’t believe he let it get this far, couldn’t believe that Monty thought this was for the the goddamned house.
“Get me the fucking papers.” he gnarled as he stalked out of the room indignant.
Montgomery mentally chastised himself the second Eoin called him out, his brain sneezing to a halt and reversing on itself. No it wasn’t about payback for the damn house. He bought this place for them, a desperately domestic desire to provide for Eoin and Lenna. And this was about that same need to satisfy Eoin, protect him and love him the only way Montgomery really knew how. By giving everything to Eoin in worshipful body praise, gifts and things of value.
Montgomery got to his feet a shocked expression on his face, watching Eoin’s back as the man receded out of the room. Montgomery’s mouth felt dry, tongue a useless fleshy lump that his teeth bit into. Eoin was gone before he could say anything and rage boiled under his skin.
“God fucking damn,” Montgomery moved through the room to the gun on Eoin’s desk, grabbing the heavy metal killing tool between his sweaty hands to push it over the edge onto the floor. Followed by the gun grease, cloth and cleaning rods, each piece scattering to the floor in a faux mockery of the way Montgomery felt, wrecked and messy.
A hand raked through his hair, clutching at the black messed in a tight grip. Monty’s eyes trailed to the broken patch of wall, the oval hole where Eoin’s fist had been. He’d hurt his pup again and there would be no body to put at the bottom of the lake to make either of them feel better.
Montgomery kicked at the gun and stuff on the floor reaching into his pocket for his cell.
It had been three days since things had slipped up between Monty and himself. Eoin had been avoiding the house entirely opting to stay at the office in the warehouse, silly, he knew but he had to sort through what had happened. The truth was, he didn't really know how to talk about what happened, or even if he could come to terms that he let himself be seen as that vulnerable.
He headed in to the building avoiding all common areas and climbed the spiral staircase up to the third floor.The area was empty, both Artemis and Snow apparently were doing business elsewhere or were in the other common areas of the house. He let out a long held breath relieved that Lenna would be there by herself, he didn't want anyone else to hear what he had to say.
“Fuck” he paced outside of Lenna’s room, feeling like a goddamned teenager again in some awkward high school drama. He kicked out at the carpet, he should just fucking pretend nothing happened. But he didn't want to pretend that it didn't happen. His shoulders sagged as he leaned up against the door, “Fuck…” he whispered, his voice full of the despair he actually felt.
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When Lenna received the text message three days ago the implication was pretty clear, at least in regards to Montgomery. The man had always been very forward with his intentions but to ruin Eoin, Eoin of all people? There was either more to the incident than she had initially imagined or the possibly sociopathic lieutenant had thinner skin than she remembered.
Either way, she didn't do all that much to check on the younger male because she was vain enough to be milling through different outfits to entice a VICE cop. It was all business she'd swear. It totally had nothing to do with the fact that she was unsure how to approach the pup without seeming like she knew too much. Sure, she'd shot the occasional glance, but there hadn't been anything definitive until she received a text from Eoin.
She knew that she was putting herself between two volatile members of the household but she was also killing two birds with one stone. She would be able to gauge Wolfie's mental state while counseling him through whatever-the-fuck romance issues her significant other had put him through.
Hearing the lightly whispered expletives of her second-in-command, Lenna opened the door and gestured for Eoin to walk inside and led him to her bed.
"Come on," she said with a warm smile, "let your old friend know what's on your mind."
The bed was soft as he took his seat, much better than that hard cot he had spent three days hardly sleeping on, of which the dark circles under his eyes stood testament to. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to think of which words to start with, or not to start with.
“I think I fucked up.” It’s what he started with, surely she had SOME idea of what had happened. Eoin had become that notch in Monty's belt that he so desperately wanted to avoid becoming. At least, he thought he had become that notch. Ambrose hadn’t once tried to reach out to him to see if he was still alive. Eoin had essentially become that drowning victim at the bottom of the river who was just now grasping at Lenna to keep afloat.
“Did… did Ambrose say anything to you?” his grey eyes searched hers. “I gotta find a way to apologize and get things back to something professional. He’s my boss, I gotta just remember that, keep that whole, you know?” he was rambling some, he didn’t really want to come out and say, I don’t want to be his next notch, I waited fifteen years for this. Avoidance… that’s what he should do, shove down these feelings in to a hard ball in his stomach.
"I think I fucked up."
He was nearly word for word with Monty with the exception that Lenna could at least hug the boy in front of her rather than awkwardly walk across the hall. And she did. She wrapped her arms around the long-haired pup (who she sometimes forgot was really a wolf in disguise) for a few moments before letting go and having her hand linger on his forearm.
"Everyone fucks up at least once or twice around here," she replied, "even Monty himself."
She realized that she was being vague, but part of her wondered how much she was allowed to tell the man. Monty liked being told everything. He liked controlling everything, but the truth was that he couldn't. He couldn't control how Eoin reacted and he couldn't even control how he himself reacted. How would he feel not knowing what exactly Lenna was telling the pup?
"He's going to skewer my ass for telling you this but he really does care for you, she said, "I've been fucking this man for years and working with him even longer. He wouldn't asked me to check up on you otherwise."
Kersty shoved his cell into his pocket with a curt shake of his head.
“No the plan seems clear enough. I’ll take Matty, Snow and Artemis to Tally’s server farm across town. They’ll get the evidence you need and then I’ll bring the kids home.” Kersty rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath.
“I do hope you don’t find what you’re looking for though.” Kersty looked to Montgomery’s back, his eyes going soft around the edges. He sort of felt bad for the old guy, this business was tough to those on top. Kersty never thought he’d suffer another territorial dispute of this scale again.
Montgomery ticked turning to look at the man staring down his back. “I hope we don’t find anything either. It’d be nice to keep our best supplier alive and a war off our hands.” Montgomery glanced to Lenna and Jesiz, looking over his lovely lady and his skillful trafficker.
“No Jesiz we don’t where Tally’s people are or what they’re doing. So while you're out watch your back Jesiz.” Montgomery smiled at the drug dealer, even if she wasn't in bed with him he did care about her. Jesiz had always been good to him and his business, she was trusted and skilled at what she did. “You go handle your trade and meet us back at the house in a few hours.”
Monty hummed his approval, a soft gravely sound toward Lenna. That is my girl. He loved how social she was, beautiful manicured nails hooked into so many people, so deep they couldn't feel it. Even Montgomery was at her beck and call, Lenna could bad her pretty lashes and Monty was gone. She was his princess, always had been, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.
“It’s settled then. Kersty take the kids out to play, while the adults talk business.” Monty looked to Eoin, a little hitch in his chest as he looked down at his cell in his hand and the messages there. Still my loyal pup, He thought.
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TEAM ONE MOVE TO LESS QQ MORE PEW PEW
TEAM TWO MOVE TO NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO SERVICE . . . DRESS NICE!
EACH SCENE PICKS UP 30 MINUTES AFTER THIS MEETING.
Eoin hugged her back with a slight shake of his head, he knew of their past, had been there for some of it as well. Eoin closed his eyes a moment,as he tried to muddle through is own thought process, man it was so much easier to just go to the range and let out a clip or two of rounds than to talk about this feeling shit. He anxiously got to his feet and paced, he had to let someone know, might as well be Lenna, she might actually understand what he was wrestling with.
“I want to,” he started as he began to walk back and forth, “I want to fuck Ambrose.” He cleared his throat as he kept his gaze to the ground, “And not just once, dammit.. all the fucking time. Cause, I feel.. this shit you know.” he was terrible at explaining it, “And this shit is the fucking problem… I need to be professional, protect his ass from all the other crack holes out there that want a piece of him. I can’t fucking do that if I’m not here.” he clenched a fist, the knuckles making popping sounds, “you know what that’s like right? feeling something like that, bein ashamed of feeling that shit? So what the hell am I supposed to do with all that?”
The drape of the suit hugged Eoin’s body in a way that made the ladies of the restaurant swoon as he passed by. Eoin had to dig deep in to his closet to find this number, he was going to wear it to some wedding he had been invited to, but recalled putting a bullet between the groom’s eyes. Waste not want not, he had put it away for another time, and this was that other time. He hadn’t come with Monty, it took him some time to dig the suit out of storage and to find the books up in the office.
He descended towards the table and decided to have fun for the evening, he disarmed the entire table with his crooked half smile that actually met his eyes. He was being devilishly coy this evening. Heavy artillery always put him in a good mood, even past events couldn’t touch on the mood they could bring on him.
He’d like to stroke Ambrose the way he cared for his pieces. He could imagine how that man would just sing once he got his hands on him. His licked his lips, moistening them as he took his place to the right of Monty. He was feeling very confident this evening, which was a good change from the chaos he felt the last five days.
“I see Tally hasn’t arrived just yet.” he responded, “have you ordered yet?”
Boy did she know the feeling all too well. Hiding, pretending that you were someone else on the outside when the real you just wanted to bust out. God how long had he been feeling this way? How long had she not known about it? She knew the pain all too well, but at least she found solace in the fact that she'd been able to drag up whenever she went out on a job. She empathized with his feelings of shame and need to push everything away, but already knew that attempting to keep things professional didn't work well in the family.
"Fuck the shame Wolfie," she answered, her voice growing firm, "you think we got where we are now by being ashamed of who we are? You think I can be the most powerful woman, by being ashamed that I used to have a dick?"
She let go of him and went to grab two glasses and a bottle of wine from the cabinet before sitting back down. She had done the less than courteous thing and set the wine bottle on the bed's shelf in case Eoin needed more liquid courage (which she was sure he did). She handed one of the half-filled glasses to him before taking a sip of her own favorite, Merlot.
"You're right that I used to feel that way, but the thing about that is love," she relaxed herself, "I stopped hating myself. I stopped acting like I loved everyone else's opinions more than my own. I started loving myself for who I really was and I realized that I loved Monty and he loved me too. We aren't professional like how Jezebelle and Monty are or even Snow and Monty are, but we still protect each other. We still believe in each other."
God once the words started pouring out, they wouldn't stop.
"I'm not saying this shit is going to be smooth sailing, but the only thing stopping you from fucking Ambrose is you."
He took the wine and tossed the liquid down his throat as he listened to her. Wine really wasn't his thing but it did calm his nerves and remind him of Monty. Eoin sat back down as she spoke.
"Fifteen years of self loathing and shame don't just go away. " His mind couldn't grasp the notion that he was allowed to feel. He was allowed to love Monty. It never occurred to him that Monty might even love him back.
"What am I supposed to do? Scream out to the household, Hey! I'm in love with Ambrose Montgomery and still get the same respect as before?" He grunted, "not likely." He filled his glass with more of the red liquid and drank it back. In that one statement he had told Lena how he rally felt. The elephant in the room finally uncovered.
"YOU think I should tell him, don't you?"
Lenna finished the rest of her glass slowly, gracefully as she focused on her friend with open ears. It was the same song and dance, but being an outsider rather than an insider she knew easy it sounded, but how hard it actually was in practice. Hindsight was 20/20 and being involved with Monty made her yearn even more to push him toward her boss-and-lover. He wouldn't judge Eoin and if what she think happened had actually happened, he wanted this as more than a simple power play.
Of course, she had neglected the fact that Eoin wasn't a very open soul. Talking to Monty helped her, but that was because she was actually willing to talk in the first place. Now she had to get a man secretive as the pup to talk to Monty.
"Yes actually I do," she finally answered, grabbing the bottle and filling her glass nearly to the brim (she didn't dare get the floor dirty), "shout it from the heavens or just slip him a note I don't know. It doesn't have to be a royal wedding. Everyone already knows that Monty's the resident bicycle (except he rides you, not the other way around) so no one's going to give a fuck."
She laughed. "Except the man who really matters."
Montgomery had escorted Lenna from their car, taking her by the hand with a smart smirk. He lead her into the restaurant, pulling out her seat and helped her slip down onto the plush upholstery, before rounding the table to his own side. He slid into his own seat, careful not wrinkle his suit, sliding the chair close to the table. Tucked away as they were Montgomery reached across and squeezed Lenna’s knee, turning in the small space to press a warm kiss to her sharp cheeks.
“I’m going to buy you the most expensive dress when we’re done,” he promised savoring the softness of her skin while they had a moment alone. This hand caressing over her thigh, sliding teasingly up toward the hem of the dress she wore.
Across the establishment Eoin strolled between tables, his own suit a welcome sight. Not that Montgomery minded his usual rugged attire, the suit did do wonders to mature the young man. He looked ready to slay, a Bond esque intensity surrounding Eoin as he approached.
Montgomery couldn’t help the way his eyes traveled up and down his pup. Lips pulling back wolfishly for a brief moment before he cleared his throat. “Ordered the usual,” he said eyes looking to the empty seats and back to Eoin. He’d need to buy the man more suits and never let him leave the house, it was sinful how well Eoin cleaned up.
Setting down the empty cup on the side table, Eoin got to his feet. He understood what Lenna was saying, knew it was what he should do. He took her hand and pulled her in to an embrace, it was easy to figure out why Monty loved her. He landed a peck on the smooth skin of her her cheek.
"Thanks, Lenna." Eoin stepped back from her, he needed to properly digest this. A lot of drink, some blow and a two-bit hooker just might clear his mind enough to actually tell Monty. That or cement the decision of shutting the fuck up. Either way, he'd deal with it tonight, in his own way.
He pulled free his phone and quickly jabbed out a message.
Kersty hooked an arm around Matthew’s shoulders, hauling the kid into zyr chest with a gruff grunt. “So bitch what exactly do you do for Monty besides wag your twink ass around.” Ze squeezed Matthew’s shoulder where ze gripped him.
They stood about five blocks from the docks outside a small compound where Tally kept one of several server farms. The grounds were visually empty of people, no one patrolling the area, much to Kersty’s relief. Inside a few lights were on, from what they could make out the main office and a small side office to the far side of the building. The far office was no concern they didn’t need to go to that side of the building, and Kersty had made sure Gailbrathe had the place cleared out. Their only issue was the main office, walking straight in wasn’t the best of plans they would need to avoid the front doors as much as possible.
Kersty huffed above Matthew leaning his head to the side to press his cheek into the kids hair. Kersty didn’t much like the creepy ass shark mouthed kid, but he wasn’t bad company either. If he was honest no one with him was bad company. Kersty waved over Artemis and Snow.
“Ladies,” he teased. “After some intense recon I believe we need to go in through the back!” Kersty whooped at his own not-really-a-joke joke, laughing and holding his hand out for a fist bump.
With how often Matthew was set on tasks alone, being with a small group of people was kind of a breath of fresh air. It was kind of nice, and he hoped somewhere in the back of his mind that a few of them out here wouldn't be a breaking point in getting them caught. Really they only needed two of them, but he wasn't going to argue with Montgomery's plans.
Kersty leaning on him a little was a grounding point to keep his mind on task. He scoffed up at them, scrunching his face up in an amused grin, "You say that like there had to be more." It was less a stab at Monty's taste and investment in hiring people and more a jab at his own ass being fantastic. "You remember that gush of info on Heir Corp in '12, the human trafficking they were doing? And then out of the blue they were all over the news? Totally me." He smiled up at Kersty, looking back at the other two walking with them with the same smile. He'd done other things, but that was one of his biggest spills. He was, if nothing else, a good little tattletale.
Watching the building slowly rise in stature as they got closer, he kept an eye on all the windows, the few lights. He licked over his lips, brow pressing tight. He looked back at Artemis and Snow, then Kersty, and mused allowed, "So, if this is just confirming suspicion, it could be a misunderstanding, right? I mean, aren't Tally and the boss like, starcrossed lovers or something?" Matthew hummed, "Never gonna question orders, but..."
He wondered if with Tally out of the picture, if they'd be taking over her territory too, or if it would be handed down to someone Monty could trust in the position. Matty decided not to dwell on it because in situations like this, it was probably best not to interfere with the plans of kings.
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