Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Say it.” He stood and shoved into her again, holding her close so he didn’t fuck her right off the sink. “I want to hear you say it, sweetheart.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him like her next breath was in his lungs. “I’m not leaving.” She moaned. “I’m yours.”
The words were a balm to a wound he hadn’t even been aware of. He dug his hands into her hair and kept fucking her while he kissed her. This time when he sent her hurtling over the edge, he was powerless not to follow. He pumped into her, coming so hard it felt like the top of his head blew off.
Cillian braced himself on the sink with her draped around him and tried to relearn how to breathe. He opened his mouth, then shut it again. There was nothing else to say. She could claim all day and night that what she’d said during sex didn’t count, but it did. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He dropped his head to her shoulder. “How about a shower and a bed?”
“Sounds like heaven.” She ran her hand up his back, stopping when she found the scar from the exit wound. “What happened here? You’ve told me about your tattoos, but not this.”
He straightened, and helped her off the sink. “There’s not much to say. My sister was in trouble. Well, actually, the guy she was head over heels for was in trouble, and she needed help.”
She frowned. “This would be the same sister who was supposed to marry my half brother?”
“Yeah.” What an incestuous little bunch they were. He pulled on his pants. “She couldn’t ask for official help because…politics.” And at first he hadn’t wanted anything to do with the whole mess. It didn’t take much to slide back into the past, to Teague’s wedding, to him and Aiden finding her and Halloran in the damn storage closet together. The betrayal lay thick against the back of his throat. Hell, it still did. But Carrigan was still his sister, and when she needed help, he was there for her.
“So you helped her.”
“Me, Teague, and a bunch of Sheridan men. It ended up being a clusterfuck on multiple levels. We got the girls they were trafficking safe, but Halloran had been double-crossed by one of his own men.” He shrugged, trying not to let his muscles tense as the memories of that night washed over him. He hadn’t even been there to see James’s right-hand guy turn the gun on him. By that point he’d already been on the ground, bleeding from a Romanov bullet. He grabbed the rest of his clothes off the floor—Olivia had already dressed. “The universe is kind of a funny place sometimes.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because it was your half brother who had put the whole damn thing into motion that night. It was his men who showed up to support the double-cross, and it was them that we ended up fighting.” He touched the scar. “The bullet went through. Hurt like a bitch, but it didn’t hit anything vital. I was lucky.” A whole hell of a lot luckier than Devlin. That night Cillian lay there on the cold concrete, the world a blur around him, and wondered if karma had finally come calling. If this was his punishment for being part of the reason his brother died. If it was finally his time.
But then he didn’t die.
Part of him had wondered if that was a mistake. Now he knew it wasn’t. If he’d died on the docks that night, there would have been no one for Olivia to call when she got backed into the corner. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he had a purpose—and a noble one at that.
She opened the door and walked out of the room, still frowning. “I didn’t know.”
“There was no reason for you to. It’s not like Dmitri shared his plans with you—and you were in Boston by that point.” He could still remember the first time he’d seen her, and how she wouldn’t give him the time of day. It made him smile to think about it now. “It’s the past.”
“Except it’s not. Dmitri still has his claws in Boston. My half brother doesn’t like to let things go.”
If what he’d found with the accounts was anything to go by, she was right. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure that the money was going to the Romanov bastard, but he was sure enough to bring the information to Aiden and his father. Convenient since they had a meeting with the man himself tomorrow. Whatever the guy was up to, it wasn’t going to stop with three percent from a handful of small-time businesses. Obviously he hadn’t let go of the insult of Carrigan ditching his ass—or the fact that Halloran hadn’t rolled over and played dead like he was supposed to. No, Dmitri Romanov had plans for Boston. And Cillian had to make sure his father and brother were prepared to face that.