Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Aislin elbows him in the side.
“Shit. Sorry. That sucks. I hope they weren’t dicks.”
An unexpected laugh tumbles from my mouth, just as Cillian says, “You’re such a fuckin’ idiot, Ror.”
“But you love me anyway.” He flutters his lashes at Cillian, who throws a french fry at him. Rory opens his mouth and manages to catch it. “I’m the fucking man!” He shoves to his feet, arms in the air, and now we’re all laughing.
When Rory sits down again, Aislin asks me, “What are you doing tonight?”
I figure pouting in her brother’s room and wanting him back isn’t a good answer. “I don’t have any plans.”
“I’m doing a self-defense lesson for women on campus. Want to help?”
That’s really fucking cool. Yes, it was my idea, but I didn’t know she’d taken the advice, and I sure as shit hadn’t expected her to ask me to join her.
“We all know how he likes to fight,” Cillian says.
“Not women. Just idiots like you,” I counter.
“Hardly felt a thing when you hit me,” he teases.
I’m going to miss this when I lose it. All of it. So fucking much.
“That’s because I didn’t want to hurt Tiernan’s cousin.” I give my attention to Aislin. “Sure. I’ll help.”
“Perfect.” She bounces in her seat. “I’m so fucking stoked. I had to pull some strings to make it happen. There are only a few women signed up, but hopefully it’ll grow.”
“What are you doing tonight?” Rory asks Cillian.
“Meeting up with Amelia. She wants my dick.”
“Ooh! Can I come?” Rory buzzes with energy, just like Aislin a moment ago.
Cillian shrugs. “Probably. I’ll ask her. She’s been down for both of us before.”
We finish eating, the conversation slowing down, but as much as I enjoy having this, all I can think about is Tiernan. I want him with me, where he belongs.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Tiernan
My father has a penthouse apartment on Dalton St. in Boston. Everyone, including my mother, knows it’s where he takes the women he fucks. It’s not something that’s spoken out loud. We all pretend he comes here to get away, or when he has business to take care of, but it’s always to get his dick wet.
I fucking hate the place, hate what it stands for and what it does to Mom. I don’t believe she loves him. How can she? But she knows he’s dangerous. She knows I’m so fucking entwined with him that there’s no getting me out of it, even if I wanted that. The only way is if I’m dead…or maybe if he is.
And of course, that’s where he wants me to meet him tonight. He knows I disapprove of that shit, but he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone other than himself.
It takes longer than it should to get there. The doorman recognizes me and gives me a smile. “Good to see you, Mr. O’Shea.”
Maybe I’m supposed to like that shit, but I don’t. There are tons of things I let go to my head, and power is one of my favorite things, but I don’t like to be called Mr. O’Shea. That’s my father.
Still, to correct him would be disrespectful and would make it look like I don’t appreciate the position of power I’ve been given, so I say, “Good to see you too,” then take the elevator to the top floor.
My heart beats too hard the whole time. I have no idea what the fuck he could want from me. The harbor meeting went as planned last night, so hopefully whatever the fuck this is goes just as easily and I can get back to Dean, where I belong.
The elevator dings, and I get off, walking toward the door at the end of the hallway. A woman opens it before I reach it, telling me that my father had the doorman let him know when I arrived.
She’s in a bra and panties, not bothering to cover up. He likes to show off his women like this, wants people to know what is his.
I don’t recognize her. She has long red hair, huge fake tits, and what I would say is a sincere smile. I can’t imagine why she would feel that way, meeting the son of the married man she’s fucking, but then, I don’t blame her the way I do him.
“Tiernan, it’s so good to finally meet you.”
I stiffen when she pulls me into a hug. “Don’t touch me,” I say through gritted teeth. It might be my father’s fault he’s cheating on my mom, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be nice to her.
“I’m sorry. I…”
“Where’s my father?”
“In here,” he calls out.
I walk past her and into the living room. He’s sitting on the couch, wearing slacks and a button-up shirt like me, looking completely put together while his mistress walks around half naked. There’s power in that for him.
“What do you need me to do?”