Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“I don’t think he cares enough to come looking for us. There are a hundred more to take my mom’s place. Plus, I never made life easy on him, so he fucking hates me.” I don’t mean that as in our relationship as father and son; we’ve never had that. But when he hurt her, he had to deal with me, and he didn’t like that.
“You should have killed him,” Rory says, and it’s one of the few things we’ve agreed on.
“I know.” I’ve answered plenty of his questions, and now I have some of my own. “Who are you? Don’t just say your name. You’re fucking someone, and if you want to play with me, whatever the fuck that means, I want to know.”
CHAPTER NINE
Rory
I look at him, this confusing man. He’s not like anyone in my world, not really. Blond, messy hair spikey and sticking up in all directions. Pierced ears and septum, tattoos down one arm and on his hand. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated with this guy, why I’m entertaining him asking questions, but it’s fulfilling something inside me that’s been making me feel…off lately. Like something is missing.
I spent hours talking to Kat. The woman is dangerous because she’s an open fucking book and way too trusting, but it worked in my favor. She shared stories about Shai—fights he used to get into at school before he stopped going, how good of a pickpocket he is, scams they used to run together when he was young. Everything she told me just made me want to know more.
“Have you heard of the O’Sheas?”
He frowns but shakes his head.
“I’m part of their family. Cillian’s father is the boss, Tiernan is his second. They’re mine, and I’m theirs.”
“I have no clue who the hell Tiernan is, but are you talking about some kind of Mafia family?”
“Ding, ding, ding. You picked a hell of a person to jack. Do you see the predicament you’re in?”
He looks flabbergasted, like he’s not sure if he should believe me, but at the same time, as though all the gears are now clicking into place. “Jesus. Are you fucking kidding me? Ollie has what, basically married into a Mafia family? The nerdy kid who wants to be a lawyer?”
“Surprising, isn’t it? Yes, but I don’t like that he’s what you focused on. Don’t get any ideas when it comes to him. He belongs to Cillian. He’ll rip your fucking heart out if you make the wrong move with Ollie, and I’ll hold you down while he does it.”
Shai trembles but tries to hide it by shifting in his seat. “I already said I don’t want him like that. He’s not my type.”
“You’re queer. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Even when you had a gun in my face, you wanted me.”
“You’re the one who was hard,” he argues.
“I know. Threw me for a loop, to be honest. Violence and fucking have always been two of my favorite things, but something about you and that night did it for me. I’ve jerked off more than once thinking about it.” I shrug. “You should be glad. If that wasn’t the case, you’d already be dead.”
He blinks a few times, like he’s expecting to wake up. “I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
“I have that effect on people.” I stand up, take the few steps between us in his small space, not stopping until I’m standing right in front of him. “Tell me you don’t find me intriguing too. You want more, want to know more. It’s why you’re running around trying to recreate the high you got when you stole from me. The others, they don’t give it to you, do they? Not like I did. Not like tonight when I joined you and we fought them together. I’m under your skin already, and strangely, you’re under mine.”
I reach for him, just to cup his cheek, when he snaps his head to the side and bites my hand. It’s so unexpected, I don’t pull away in time, his teeth digging into the meaty part of my palm. He’s such a fucking surprise, and as much as I shouldn’t, I want to keep him. I joked about Ollie being my pet before he and Cillian fell in love, but as much as I adore Ollie, I’m seeing now that someone like Shai would be a much better pet for me.
“Well, now you’re just getting me hard again,” I tell him, quirking a brow, and he lets go of my hand. “Huh. I didn’t know I liked being bitten.”
“You’re insane.”
“And you like that about me. What does that say about you?”
“I never claimed to be anything other than what I am.”
“And you think I did?” I counter. I pull out my gun, turn it around, and hand it to him.