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Spend a Christmas evening with the McCarthys in this heartwarming novella featuring all of your favorite characters.
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CHAPTER 1

Keenan

Light strains of Christmas music fill our home as the large front door opens, bringing it with it a gust of wind so fierce, I brace myself against the bitter cold. Lachlan enters, dressed in full winter gear. He grabs the handle of the door, steps inside, and shoves his whole body against the door to shut it. It closes with a bang.

“Bloody hell, Lach,” I mutter when he enters. “Did you bring winter with you from the north?”

He shakes his head, and little flakes of snow fall from his shoulders. We haven’t had snow in Ballyhock in well over a decade, since I took the throne as Clan Chief.

“Mother of God,” he mutters, unwrapping a scarf from his neck with reddened fingers. “I think I did.”

His eyes are bright, his cheeks ruddy, when mam comes trotting down the stairs.

“Lachlan, you look frozen to death, son!”

She’s wearing a bright red sweater dotted in snowflakes and a blinking necklace of Christmas baubles, prepared for our Christmas party this evening. She embraces him, and he gives her a little kiss on the cheek.

“Nothing a good shot of whiskey won’t cure,” he says with a wink. He reaches into his coat and pulls out a square box wrapped in red plaid paper. “Brought you a gift from the North, Granny.”

Mam grins as she takes the gift.

“Aw, Lach, you shouldn’t have.” She’s pleased, though.

“What is it, Granny? Did Uncle Lach bring you pressies?”

My youngest child Torin runs in from the other room and nearly collides into mam.

He’s impulsive and outgoing, the most spirited of my three children. He’s got his mother’s black hair and mesmerizing eyes, and I think he’s bewitched half the staff here to give him whatever it is he asks.

“Now, Torin, you leave Granny’s gifts alone. No doubt you’ll be spoiled rotten tonight by your aunts and uncles, hmm?”

But mam’s already tearing off the plaid wrapping.

“There’s plenty to share, Keenan,” she says gently, reaching over to ruffle Torin’s hair. “Oooooh.” She lifts the lid. She’s got a sweet tooth for the shortbread made by the Cowen family’s chef, their famous recipe distributed through all of the United Kingdom and beyond.

I shake my head. “No, ma’am, Torin will have his dessert after dinner with the rest of them.” I wink at Torin and send him off to his nanny, who’s got the children making paper chains of red and gold to decorate the large dining room.

“Oh, Maeve, what have you got there?” Caitlin comes down the stairs, her arms laded with wrapped gifts. When she reaches the landing, she walks over to me and kisses my cheek. I take the presents from her arms.

“A box of shortbread from the Scots your meanie of a husband wouldn’t let Torin have,” mam says with a smile.

Caitlin laughs. “Oh, Torin will have plenty of sweets with his brothers and sisters tonight, I’ve no doubt.”

Mam gives me a haughty look, retreating toward the kitchen with the shortbread under her arm. “I’ll see to it.”

Lachlan grins at us, and Caitlin stares at him for a moment.

“Lachlan, is that… snow?” She reaches for his shoulders and touches a dainty finger to the little flecks on his jacket.

“Aye,” he says. “There’s a right winter storm coming.”

I stifle a groan. Soon, our home will be filled with the entire Clan and their extended families. There was no talk of a storm anywhere in the forecast.

The door opens again, and Aileen and Fiona enter. Fiona grins and squeals when she sees Lachlan, her eyes lighting up like the lights on the Christmas tree. She hasn’t seen him in over a week.

“Oh, Lachlan, I didn’t know you’d be home so early!”

He rolls his eyes but grins, reaches for her, and yanks her over to him. “If you’d check your damn texts, sweet girl, you’d have known I left early to miss the storm that’s brewing.”

She squeals when he tips her back and kisses her.

“Married a few years, still mad about each other,” Aileen says with a wink toward Caitlin. “Wouldn’t know what that’s like, would we?”

“Oh, not at all.” Cormac’s booming voice comes from the direction of the sitting room. He’s leaning up against the doorway, giving her a look that makes her bite her lip and flush pink. He crooks a finger at her. “C’mere.”

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Don't let her mousy appearance fool you... McKenna Byrne is fire. Hot-tempered. Passionate. All-consuming. She seared my soul from our very first kiss. Once, she wanted a chance at independence. A life away from the Clan. Then danger threw us back together, And when McKenna and I collide... We ignite. Now I'm forced to claim her. To make her a full-fledged woman of the Clan. She might fight me tooth and nail, But we both love a challenge. This time, there'll be no escape for either of us. This time, we'll burn...
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Chapter 1

Tully

I toss down a fourth pint and slam the mug on the counter. Rafferty quirks a brow at me, takes the empty stein, and wipes the counter down.

“Need another, mate?” he asks. The Craic’s bartender knows us well.

Lachlan chuckles beside me. “Bring the bloody keg here with a straw, will you?”

I aim a punch at his arm, but he easily dodges. “I’ll shove the straw up yer arse.”

“Aim’s off when you’re toasted, brother,” he says, jumping down from the chair and bouncing on the balls of his feet to demonstrate how limber he is. He’s high on life, having just passed around Cubans to celebrate the birth of his firstborn child, a son.

Tiernan snorts beside me. He’s grinning, a proud uncle. “Come off it, Lach,” he says. “Tully toasted after four pints? You underestimate him.”

He’s right. Half a dozen pints will warm me up, more like.

“Then why so broody?” Lachlan asks.

“Broody’s my middle name,” I say with a shrug. Unlike the younger men of the Clan, I like to take my time with things, whether that be a pint, a fucking cigar, or a woman.

“She’s late,” Tiernan says under his breath. “Supposed to be here an hour ago, no?”

Lachlan’s eyes widen. “You’re back together again?”

I ignore him, just glance at my phone.

No texts.

No calls.

I told her to meet me at the Craic, to be on time, and told her there’d be consequences if she was late this time.

She’s exactly forty-seven minutes late.

A part of me thrills at this, knowing she’s pushing me to see how far she can go. I’m up for the fucking challenge with McKenna.

Always.

My eyes rove around the small interior where the locals meet for a pint, the anteroom before the real fun begins, when I see her. So small, all dressed in black, one would hardly notice her among the throng of dancers on the dance floor. But I’d recognize her a mile away, even without her slight limp and vivid, haunting eyes.

McKenna Sweeney, the most lovely woman I’ve ever seen.

The rest of the sounds in the room are drowned out of awareness as I make my way over to her, snagging the leftover Cubans from Lachlan on my way and tucking the box under my arm. He chuckles and salutes me. My blood pounds in my veins as I get closer to her.

She broke a rule.

She disobeyed an instruction.

She’ll be punished tonight.

And that’s exactly what she wants.

The men at the back step aside to let me into the private, members-only section of the Club, beyond the crush of dancers and loud music, beyond the bar, to the privacy of the more intimate meeting place of the club.

“Tully.” One guard nods his head, letting me past, and the members part as I walk in. I’m aware of their eyes on me, the whispers and nudges, the way even the largest, most formidable men step aside to let me through. The men of the Clan are well-respected in Ballyhock, and well-known in the Craic. We’re given respect and wide berth. I’ll need it tonight.

McKenna stalks forward, heading to the private rooms. She’s wearing a black, knee-length dress that’s damn near painted on, and a black masquerade mask with purple feathers. My belly warms at the sight, a deep thrum of need pulsing low in my abdomen.

Christ, I’ve missed her.

I’ve never seen her dressed like this. She favors simple clothing and flats, and often dresses her part of a schoolteacher. No one knows how gorgeous she is, how fucking exquisite. No one knows the little mousy schoolteacher’s feisty as hell and kinky as fuck.

No one but me.

And tonight’s a special occasion. We’re getting back together.

I stalk through the crowd, intent on catching her. Intent on punishing her. Intent on showing her I mean what I say.

She’s as nervous as a little rabbit as she scurries away. She quickens her pace.

My voice booms over the noise of the crowd and speakers.

“McKenna.”

She freezes, turns, and looks over her shoulder at me.

“Yes?”

God, that voice, so soft and sweet. You wouldn’t know the temper the lass has by those doe eyes she’s giving me now.

I snap my fingers and point. “Room two.” I’ve booked it for the night and prepared it.

She swallows hard. Her eyes narrow, fire lit behind them. She purses her lips and crosses her arms, her full breasts like little mountains. I want to bite them, to lick her nipples, to weigh them in my hand and work magic until she’s keening with pleasure and begging for release.

Her lips purse. “No.”

My chest tightens. “No?”

She blinks, as if she’s on the brink of losing her resolve. Her eyes dart to the left and right. We have a small audience.

“You’ll have to make me,” she says, that fire in her eyes stoking a fire of my own.

Christ, if she doesn’t know exactly how to play me.

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When I knew Aisling, she was my sister’s best friend. Young. Innocent. Wild. But that was then. Now I’m hardened and ruthless. A bare-knuckle boxer. An enforcer for the Clan. And that carefree girl is a slave to her addictions with demons in her eyes. And I want her. When she witnesses a murder—a murder I committed— I have no choice but to take her. I’ll keep her silent. I’ll keep her hostage. I’ll see her freed from her addictions. And then I’ll keep her bound to me… forever.
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Chapter 1

Tiernan

The slightest sliver of sunlight peaks over the bluish green waves of the Irish Sea. I shiver and quicken my pace along the beach for my warm-up. It will only take another minute before my whole body’s warmed through, but the faster pace will help.

It’s quiet in the morning, the only sound the soft lapping of waves on the shore and the padding of my trainers on the damp sand. It’s my favorite time of day.

My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I speed up my run. The end of the beach is in sight, but it’s not where my run ends. I jog up the rocky steps that lead to the streets of Ballyhock, and run along the path that takes me home, the McCarthy family mansion that overlooks the Irish Sea.

My routine’s like clockwork. My alarm goes off before the sun rises. I toss on my workout clothes, hit the beach for my morning run, and when I’m good and warmed up I jog back home to the workout room. I lift for an hour, shower, then join the brotherhood for breakfast most days.

I’m the enforcer for the McCarthy family Clan, and I don’t take my job lightly. I need to be in peak physical shape. As one of the youngest inducted men in the brotherhood, they depend on me. They took me in when I was only a lad, and I won’t ever let them down.

I jog along the streets of Ballyhock centre, the long way home to ensure I get a long enough run in, when someone steps straight in front of me. I come to a screeching halt, and my temper flares. What kind of a prick stands in front of a man on a run?

He wears a hood to cover his face, his hands shoved into his pockets. I’m on immediate alert.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I mutter. My instincts are on alert. I don’t carry weapons on a run, but I often don’t need them now. I’ve been trained well enough to know how to use my body as a weapon.

He lifts his head and meets my eyes, tossing his hood aside.

“Getting your attention,” Danny Cook says, and I stifle a groan. Danny grins at me, his unabashed smile revealing missing teeth. He’s got the classic face of a man nearly raised in the ring—a nose that’s been broken and reset too many times to count, silvery scars along both cheekbones that even his five o’clock shadow doesn’t hide, and a twitchy stance as if he’s constantly readied on the balls of his feet, ready to throw a punch.

There was a time when I brawled for extra money, though I know now it was more to prove my worth to the men of the Clan. I was so good in the ring, trained well at St. Albert’s, the Clan’s finishing school, in the art of ealaíona comhraic. My brothers of the Clan helped train me in the Irish martial arts as well. But my specialty lies in dornálaíocht, boxing.

“Why do you need my attention?” I scowl at him. Though I left the ring on friendly enough terms, it was only because Keenan, clan chief and father figure to us all, insisted.

“You’re the best fighter we’ve had in decades,” Keenan said at the time, “but that’s exactly what concerns me. You’re in the public ring like that, and fights get messy. An enemy could take advantage easily.”

I knew he was right. I made myself too easy a target. And though every citizen of Ballyhock knows exactly who we are and what we do, they turn a blind eye toward the darker side of things, for we do our best to be upstanding citizens for all intents and purposes. It isn’t the Ballyhock citizens we’re wary of, though, but our enemies. As the most prominent mob in all of Ireland, we’ve many enemies.

So I left the ring. I threw myself into every job Keenan gave me. Informant in Boston, international tasks, Clan enforcer. Cormac, second in line to the throne, inducted me to take on his role when he became co-leaders with Keenan. The Clan had grown, Keenan said, in such numbers with both extended family and newly inducted members, the job of clan Chief could no longer be relegated to just one.

It wasn’t just that, though. I’d earned a reputation as the most agile fighter in the lot, skills necessary to enforce for the Clan.

“We need you, Tiernan.”

“No.”

I sidestep and begin jogging again, but the fucker keeps stride beside me.

“There’s thirty k on the table, Hurston, win or lose.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

As a clan member, I’m financially set for life, but old habits die hard. I was raised in abject poverty until the McCarthy Clan took me and my siblings in when I was a sixteen-year-old lad. Sixteen years having to fight for your food and a roof over your head either makes or breaks you, and you don’t forget what it’s like. I well remember my belly gnawing with hunger, the cold draft of wind that seemed to pierce straight through the thin walls of my childhood home, the ratty clothes I wore that other kids poked fun at.

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Fiona Hurston was too young when we first met. Too naïve.Too innocent. Too tempting. I vowed to protect her, to keep her safe, and I have, for five long years. Even when keeping her safe meant keeping my distance. Even when the greatest threat to her innocence was me. But Fiona’s not a girl anymore. When danger’s at her door and we’re forced together, I won’t back down. I’ll defend her. I’ll shield her. I’ll comfort and keep her. Because Fiona Hurston is all grown up now. And it’s time she realized... she’s mine.
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Chapter 1

Fiona

I walk with my head down and my hands shoved into my pockets as a light wind whisks my hair all about me. I shiver, and an odd feeling settles over me. I don’t think it’s apprehension because of the surprise party I know they’re throwing for me but something… different.

I dismiss the thought and toss my head, lift my chin and walk faster. Today, I wanted to come alone, even though my sister Sheena and brother-in-law Nolan offered to walk the short distance from our home to the mansion. I enjoy the walk and they have their hands full with the kids, and Sheena’s expecting again. It took me a while to feel as if I belonged here in Ballyhock, but there’s something about the wild, brisk wind over the sea and the smell of salty air that grounds me.

Maybe it’s because it reminds me I’m part of something bigger than I am.

Today’s my eighteenth birthday, and I’m feeling a bit philosophical.

I know they’re brewing something up at the mansion. I just know it. I’ve heard whispers and giggles among the children and my friends, though no one’s said anything to me. It’s a “surprise.” I’m not sure how I feel about surprises, but I know how I feel about the McCarthys.

Though to the rest of Ballyhock, Ireland, they’re the Irish mob… the Clan that runs damn near everything that happens here… to me, they’re family.

Well. Most of them.

I swallow hard and look over my shoulder, as if somehow, I can manifest the guard that trails behind me into… him. Lachlan. My heart thrums at the mere thought of his name in my mind, and I whisper it to myself just to hear it on my lips.

“Lachlan.”

The only one I really want guarding me. But Lachlan is too high ranking a member of the Clan to be relegated to the mundane task of babysitting Fiona Hurston anymore. A natural-born leader, he’s moved quickly up in rank. I try to think of other things, to prepare for what I know will happen today. It’s been more than a week since I’ve seen him last, and I long to see him again.

But what’s a girl to do, really? Eighteen years old and barely out of school… I’m a child to him. I push the thought out of my mind. I can’t be melancholy today. Today’s my birthday.

I hear strains of music as I draw near, but the McCarthy mansion’s set apart from the rest of Ballyhock behind an iron gate and massive bushes, so I can’t see anything at first. My heartbeat accelerates, though, and I begin to tremble.

Will they make a big to-do? I hope they don’t make a big to-do. I’d have been happy with dinner in their stately dining room, some of the excellent food their staff cooks, and a nice glass of wine now that I’m old enough to legally drink it. I’ve had plenty to drink, but Nolan and Sheena, and definitely Lachlan, don’t need to know that.

When I reach the gate, from the distance, the guard at the gate recognizes me and gives me a huge grin.

“Happy birthday, Fiona.”

“Thank you—” I begin, then I burst into laughter. When I draw closer, I recognize the reddish hair and boyish, twinkling eyes, though he’s more of a man than a boy now. My brother Tiernan sports a beard and Irish ink I haven’t seen before, dressed in the guard’s uniform, tipping his hat to me. I run to him and he gathers me up in his arms for a big hug. Damn, it feels good to give him a hug. I haven’t seen him in ages.

“Tiernan, when did you get home? I thought you were stationed in Boston.” Tiernan graduated from St. Albert’s, the Clan’s finishing school, and has been a full-fledged inducted member of the Clan now for two years. Keenan sends him on international missions, and Tiernan lives for it.

“So I am,” he says. “But Keenan let me come home for this. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He kisses my cheek, then lets me go.

“Miss what?” I ask with a curious look.

He only grins. “Now, sis, you’ll not tease it out of me. If you think the McCarthy family will let you turn eighteen without a bit of a celebration, you’ve got yer head up yer arse.”

I laugh out loud as he shrugs out of his makeshift disguise. “I hardly recognized you. Did they change the uniforms?” I haven’t seen this one before, with a crest on the cuff. “Between you and the new uniforms, you took me totally by surprise.”

“No idea, just grabbed it as a decoy,” he says with a grin. “Christ, but things have changed here in such a short time. It’s good to be back.”

He tosses his jacket to the side, and the men who followed me here take their positions by the gate. I won’t need a guard with me once I’m on McCarthy premises. I’ll have the whole Clan.

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Megan: Carson Flynn is dangerous and brooding. Intensely possessive. Angry, fierce... Haunted. He’s a member of the Clan. A criminal. And a single father who’d burn the world for his daughter. But when he turns his eye on me, I know I should run. I should definitely hide. But it’s already too late... Because when Carson sets his mind on something, he gets what he wants. And what he wants... is me. Please note: Carson is a dark romance featuring elements of dubious consent, kink, and violence. If such materials offend you, please do not read.
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Prologue

Carson

The phone call wakes me out of a dead sleep. I roll over and look at the time. Two o’clock in the morning. I blink, bleary-eyed, when the phone rings again, and stare at the empty bed beside me. Eve’s gone on holiday with a friend of hers, and I’ve been watching the baby on my own. I just got her back to sleep.

The phone rings again.

Keenan.

“Hello?”

“Carson.”

His voice is tight and laced with pain, as if he’s braced himself to make this call. Something’s wrong.

I sit up, my heart racing, and I glance again at the empty bed beside me.

“What is it?”

“There was an accident,” he begins. “The police called me first. They didn’t have your number.”

Cold dread shivers down my spine. I’m fully awake now, and this moment feels surreal, as if frozen in time, suspended in ice, a moment I already know I’ll never eviscerate from my memory.

“What kind of an accident?” I ask. My voice isn’t my own, like it’s borrowed from an alien life form.

He gives me the news that shatters my world.

Rain.

Car accident.

She didn’t make it.

It’s like an invisible hand draws down a shade over my life.

My heart.

My mind.

I slither down into darkness.

Chapter 1

Carson

Six months later

A crisp wind bites through the thin cotton jacket I wear, and I pull my little girl tighter to me, turning her away from the biting cold. She burrows into my chest and curls her chubby fist right under my chin. My heart swells, and I bend, take her hand in mine, and kiss her dimpled fingers.

“Daddy, cold,” she whispers, before she lays her head on my shoulder.

“Aye,” I whisper back. “We’ll go home now.”

She nods her head, her curls bobbing. At two years old, she’s got wispy, chestnut-brown curls that are all her own, but pale blue eyes that remind me of her mother.

Before we go, I bend and place the small bundle of wildflowers Maeve gave me from her garden on the grave.

It was six months ago today that I got the call from the police that Eve was killed in a car accident. Six months ago today my world came to a stuttering, halting stop.

Babies don’t always know when tragedy strikes, every new day as promising as the last. And little Breena was no different. While police headed to our flat, Keenan spread the word, and my brothers poured in to help me and to offer support. Little Breena laughed and played, and for a time, was distracted when she called for “mum.”

The first night, I was able to divert her attention and put Breena to bed. Maeve, the mother to all of us in the brotherhood and granny to all the children, stayed over to help, rocking her and singing the lullabies she likely crooned to her own boys. She got Breena to sleep, but it was only a matter of time before Breena knew that mum wasn’t coming home.

The days run into one another like the waves in the sea below the cliffs. Pushing and pulling, crashing and lapping at the shore. The tide comes in and the tide goes out, the powerful water eroding the craggy rocks.

I push myself forward for Breena’s sake, but still, I know I’m only going through the motions. My heart was buried with Eve.

“Carson.”

I start and turn to see Father Finn in the shadows behind me, his hands shoved into his pockets. He wears a black cardigan and looks even older than when he presided over Eve’s funeral mass. Younger brother to the late Seamus McCarthy, he’s as much a pillar of the community as the younger McCarthys, and I often wonder if his connection is what causes the deep lines between his brows and his receding hairline. Every time I see him, he looks as if he’s aged.

“Father.”

He looks at Breena and smiles. “Fancy a cup of tea in the rectory?” he asks. “The housekeeper left a plate of fresh biscuits.”

I feel my body tighten at his suggestion. This is no casual invitation to tea in his private residence. Instinct tells me he knows something. Something about Eve’s death.

Why didn’t he call a meeting? Call Keenan? Why come directly to me?

Breena looks up at me and places her little fingers on my chin, bringing my eyes to hers. She does this to get my attention, and she gets it, every time.

“I yike biscuits,” she whispers.

I smile at her. “Aye,” I tell her. “I know.”

I give her belly a tickle, and she doubles over in my arms with a giggle.

“Thank you, father,” I tell him. “That would be nice.”

I’m not sure why I agree. I’m a private person, and I tend to keep it that way. I don’t frequent the club my brothers go to, and in the past few months it seems I’ve become even more introverted. I take care of Breena, and I take care of myself.

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She’s my nemesis. My prisoner. I‘ll make her beg for mercy. I’ll make her scream my name. I’ll make her mine. Sheena Hurston’s been a thorn in my side for years. But when she tries to bring my family to ruin, I’m done playing games. She will pay for what she’s done. No one comes before my family. Sheena belongs to me.
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Nolan

I walk along the rocky cliffs that overlook the Irish Sea, the most beautiful view in all of Ballyhock. Seems my brothers find solace here, so why can’t I? But I don’t. Every step I take makes me more restless, more antsy.

Today’s the second year anniversary of my father’s death.

I kick a rock with the toe of my boot and watch it tumble downward until it splashes in the sea below, quickly swallowed up. Gone. A hard, dangerous weapon one second, forgotten the next. An omen? I’m feeling melancholy tonight.

Up until a year or so ago, I reckon I was the one no one really respected in The Clan, the class clown. And hell, I earned that title, drinking myself to damn near death before I’d hit my twenty-fifth birthday.

But that was the old me. Before my father died. Before my brother Keenan took the throne as Chief and I moved up in rank. Before I kicked alcohol and took hold of my own life.

I take a smoke out of my pocket and light it up, inhaling the nicotine into my lungs and letting it out slowly. I traded one vice for another, I suppose, and why the fuck not. A man’s got to have an outlet. I won’t touch drink anymore, and honestly rarely smoke, but tonight… tonight’s a night I need fucking something.

Two years ago tonight my father was killed by a rival, a fucking Martin. We’re at peace with them now. My brother Cormac married the tribute they offered. But they aren’t friends of ours. We’ll honor the truce between us, but the Martins are dead to us.

What would my father think of me now? Seamus McCarthy ruled with an iron fist. He worked tirelessly to establish the McCarthy Clan as the most powerful leaders in all of Ireland’s underground. It matters to me to honor that.

I knew from a very young age, I never measured up to my father’s expectations. He expected his boys to be strong and valiant, rulers of this land who feared nothing. And I let him down. Until recently, my older brothers felt the same. Keenan, the eldest, barely hid his contempt for me. But I can’t blame him. I wasn’t someone who earned respect.

But that was then. And this is now.

My brother sits on the throne as leader, Cormac heir to the throne, and I’m third in command. Keenan and Cormac are fathers now, their wee babies growing in number as the years pass. Keenan has two babes and Cormac one, but it’s only the beginning of a new generation. Where do I fit in the grand scheme of the McCarthy clan?

My phone dings and I glance at the text from Boner.

Club tonight after the meeting, brother?

Boner would live at The Craic if he could, and hell, some days I don’t blame him. We’re well-known members there. Took me a while to get comfortable going without a drink, but now I welcome it.

I take another drag and draw it into my lungs.

Maybe Sheena will be there.

Sheena, the gorgeous, headstrong lass I’ve had my eye on for damn near as long as my father’s been gone. The fucking investigative reporter that doesn’t know what’s good for her. The girl I love to hate.

Last year, there was an incident at the club that scared the hell out of her, and it took some time before she’d come back to the club. She keeps her distance from me, though. She knows I’m onto her. I caught her trespassing on our land once, and I thought I’d put a decided end to her snooping. But hell, if I’m honest, I hope I haven’t.

I’d like an excuse to punish her again.

I frown out at the sea again. Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen her recently.

Where’s she been?

The better question is, why do I fucking care?

I kick another rock into the sea for good measure.

I swipe my phone on and my finger hovers over the keyboard. Do I want to go tonight? I shake my head. I want to see what the meeting brings, first.

I shove my phone back into my pocket, crush the cigarette beneath my heel, then pick it up to toss in the bin inside. The girls get all cranky if you leave a butt by the cliffs, and I know better than to get under their skin.

“Nolan.” I look up to see Carson coming from the town centre, a steaming paper cup of tea in one hand and a paper bag in the other. His dark hair’s cut short, and damp, as if he’s just showered, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. Looks like he got his run in before the meeting tonight.

“What’s the story, Carson? What’s in the bag?”

Carson grins and looks down sheepishly. “Bit of pastry,” he says.

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They promised me as tribute. Youngest of six, I'm untouched. Unblemished. And in the world of the Irish mafia... Wanted. I'm given to a man I've never met. Forced into a union I didn't condone. Owned by a dangerous rival. He may take what's his, but he won't steal my heart. Please note: Cormac: A Dark Irish Mafia Romance contains elements of violence, non-consent, and kink. If these elements offend you, please do not read.
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Chapter 1

Cormac

My mouth waters when the bartender places three large, frothy pints of Guinness in front of us. Christ, I need a pint like a newborn calf needs her mother’s titties.

“Anything else I can get you boys?” Rafferty Kelly asks with a ready grin. The oldest son of a dirt poor family of ten, he’s scrapped his way from the dank hovel he grew up in the Midlands to Ballyhock. A stone mason by day and bartender by night, word has it he still supports his mam and the little ones back at home. Rafferty runs a hand through his short, ruddy hair, and folds his arms on his chest. I down my pint in long, thirsty gulps, slam it back down on the counter and give him a chin lift. He grins in approval.

I tap the empty glass. “Another one, lad.” He clucks his tongue and takes my empty pint with a wink. When his back’s turned, I fold a tenner into the tip jar.

“Y’alright, Cormac?” Keenan asks, nursing his pint. His tone’s casual, but I don’t miss the way he drums his fingers on the table, or the ramrod stiffness in his spine. He knows I’ve been wrestling with what I have to do all week. Hell, he was the one that threw the fucking gauntlet.

“I’m alright,” I mutter. I’m in the mood to drink, not talk.

The door to the pub section of the club swings open, and Nolan ambles in. I snicker to myself as every damn girl in the pub takes note. One girl tosses her hair back, and another straightens her shoulders to show off her tits. One even takes out a golden tube of lipstick and smears red on her pouty lips. Some whisper and point, and one even walks his way, but he walks past her without a second glance.

Nolan’s single, and every damn girl in Ballyhock knows it. They don’t care that he’s the youngest McCarthy son. They don’t care that he’s the heart and soul of the Irish mafia closest to Dublin. How he gets his money or spends his time is of no consequence to them. He’s rich, he’s easy on the eyes, and he’s a fucking charmer.

He walks past each of them and stalks straight toward us. Rafferty wordlessly slides a pint of Rock Shandy in front of him, the yellowish orange drink good enough without a drop of alcohol. A year ago Nolan would’ve have scoffed at a virgin drink and called the manhood of any bloke who drank one into question, but now, Nolan doesn’t even flinch. I’m proud of him. He’s been nearly a year sober, and it’s only been in recent weeks he’s even come near a bar. Takes fucking bollox to face your weaknesses and stay strong.

“What’s the story, brother?” I ask him, tapping my pint to his in greeting.

He swigs his drink before speaking, places it on the bar top, and sighs.

“Christ, but it feels good to be back here.”

Nolan was the first of the McCarthy brothers to frequent The Craic, the dual-purpose club now under new management and aptly named.

Rafferty wipes the counter in front of Nolan and nods. “Good to have you back.”

Nolan was the one who recruited us all here to begin with. Beyond the bar is a members-only exclusive section of the club, reserved for those who’ve got what Nolan calls, “tastes of a particular nature.” In Ireland, we hide our sex clubs well. I suppose we have to reconcile the ghosts of our Christian forefathers by keeping up appearances, or some such shite. But we have our demons, too, behind closed doors.

Keenan looks to Nolan with concern. He knows how Nolan’s bout with alcoholism nearly destroyed him, and as the older McCarthy brother and Clan Chief, it’s his job to be sure Nolan’s alright.

“All good, lads,” Nolan says with his signature grin. “I figure now that I’ve got control of myself, time to control some tits and arse.”

I snort, and even Keenan’s lips tip up.

“Sounds about right,” he approves. “You’re heading to the back, then.”

“Aye.” Nolan takes another long pull from his drink.

“Any word on the bitch you’re trackin’?” Keenan asks.

Keenan assigned Nolan to tag the nosy reporter who’s had her head up our arses, and it seems he’s making headway with her.

“She’s hot onto the Martins, it seems,” Nolan says.

“Will you need to teach her a lesson?” Keenan quirks a brow, his pint to his lips.

Nolan grins, his voice lowering an octave to a lust-filled groan. “Christ, brother, I hope so.”

I laugh out loud. I know exactly what he means.

Keenan shakes his head, but he smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges, and for one moment, my heart squeezes. God but he looks like my father when he smiles like that. Seamus McCarthy, father to the three of us, has been dead now for nearly a year. He was a hard-headed son of a bitch, but a loyal man. I wouldn’t be the man I am today if it hadn’t been for him.

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Caitlin I’ve been kept in a gilded cage. Hidden from the world of men. I was naïve. I was innocent. Until him. Until the night the King of the criminal underworld took me as his own. Keenan I’m heir to the throne. The King of the underworld. When the livelihood of my men is at stake, I take no prisoners… Until her. No one will touch her. No one will look at her. My virgin captive. My wife.
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Keenan

I watch from where I sit on the craggy cliffs of Ballyhock to the waves crashing on the beach. Strong. Powerful. Deadly. A combination so familiar to me it brings me comfort. It’s two hours before my alarm goes off, but when Seamus McCarthy calls a meeting, it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, the men of The Clan answer.

I suspect I know why he’s calling a meeting today, but I also know my father well enough not to presume. One of our largest shipments of illegal arms will arrive in our secured port next week, and over the next month, we’ll oversee distribution from the home that sits on the cliff behind me. Last week, we also sealed a multi-million-dollar deal that will put us in good stead until my father retires, when I assume the throne. But something isn’t right with our upcoming transactions. Then again, when dealing with the illicit trade we orchestrate, it rarely is. As a high-ranking man of The Clan, I’ve learned to pivot and react. My instincts are primed.

The sun rises in early May at precisely 5:52 a.m., and it’s rare I get to watch it. So this morning, in the small quiet interim before daybreak and our meeting, I came to the cliff’s edge. I’ve traveled the world for my family’s business, from the highest ranges of the Alps to the depths of the shores of the Dead Sea, the vast expanse of the Serengeti, and the top of the Eiffel Tower. But here, right here atop the cliffs of Ballyhock, paces from the door to my childhood home, overlooking the Irish Sea, is where I like to be. They say the souls of our ancestors pace these shores, and sometimes, early in the morning, I almost imagine I can see them, the beautiful, brutal Celts and Vikings, fearless and brave.

A brisk wind picks up, and I wrap my jacket closer to my body. I’ve put on my gym clothes to hit the workout room after our meeting if time permits. We’ll see. My father may have other ideas.

I hear footsteps approach before I see the owner.

“What’s the story, Keenan?”

Boner sits on the flat rock beside me, rests his arms on his bent knees, and takes a swig from a flask. Tall and lanky, his lean body never stills, even in sleep. Always tapping, rocking, moving from side to side, Boner has the energy of an eight-week-old golden retriever. My younger cousin, we’ve known each other since birth, both raised in The Clan. He’s like a brother to me.

“Eh, nothing,” I tell him, waving off an offer from the flask. “You out of your mind? He’ll knock you upside the head, and you know it.”

If my father catches him drinking this early in the day, when he’s got a full day of work ahead of him, heads will roll.

“Ah, that’s right,” he says, grinning at me and flashing perfect white teeth, his words exaggerated and barely intelligible. “You drink that energy shite before you go work on yer manly physique. And anyway, get off your high horse. Nolan’s more banjaxed than I am.”

I clench my jaw and grunt to myself. Fuck. Nolan, the youngest in The Clan and my baby brother, bewitched my mother with his blond hair and green eyes straight outta the womb. Shielded by my mother’s protective arms, the boy’s never felt my father’s belt nor mine, and it shows. I regret not making him toe the line more when he was younger.

“Course he is,” I mutter. “Both of you ought to know better.”

“Ah, come off it, Keenan,” Boner says good-naturedly. “You know better than I the Irish do best with a bit of drink no matter the time of day.”

I can toss them back with the best of them, but there’s a time and place to get plastered, and minutes before we find out the latest update of the status of our very livelihood, isn’t it. I get to my feet, scowling. “Let’s go.”

Though he’s my cousin, and I’m only a little older than I am, Boner nods and gets to his feet. As heir to the throne and Clan Captain, I’m above him in rank. He and the others defer to me.

He mutters something that sounds a lot like “needs to get laid” under his breath as we walk up the stone pathway to the house.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Eh, nothing,” he says, grinning at me.

“Wasn’t nothing.”

“You heard me.”

“Say it to my face, motherfucker,” I suggest good-naturedly. He’s a pain in the arse, but I love the son of a bitch.

“I said,” he says loudly. “You need to get fuckin’ laid. How long’s it been since the bitch left you?”

I feel my eyes narrow as we continue to walk to the house. “Left me? You know’s well as I do, I broke up with her.” I won’t even say her name. She’s dead to me. I can abide many things, but lying and cheating are two things I won’t.

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