Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“I love you,” we state at the same time.
I kiss the back of her head and squeeze tighter. Things feel like they’re finally falling into place. This is all I ever wanted.
And then my phone rings.
CHAPTER 39
Return of a King
Boyle
Seven months later …
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder,” she screams as I pound into her tight pussy.
I grab her long blond hair and pound harder. Sweat is dripping down my back and I’m getting so close as I fuck her from behind. I didn’t come here for this, but this is usually how things go when I come here.
I’ve become her fuck toy. That wasn’t what I was asked to do, but this woman is a force, and the pussy is good.
I release my load and groan. I needed that. I’ve been stressed the fuck out.
Sometimes I wonder if this shit was worth it. If not for her, I would be a lost cause. My boss sure doesn’t give a fuck about me.
“That was good. You fuck like you have shit on mind,” she says with that Russian accent as she lies on her stomach, looking back over her shoulder at me.
“I always have shit on my mind.”
Getting to my feet, I then stumble over to the chair in the corner and flop down into it. I grab my smokes and pop one into my mouth, then light it.
Blowing out the smoke, I narrow my eyes at the pretty blond on the bed. She sits up and looks over at me with those cold blue eyes. I still don’t know how I’ve fallen into this shit with her.
“You came to talk, da? Talk. What is problem now?”
“He’s not happy. You promised him you’d take care of the girl and stop the Alliance bullshit from happening. O’Brien gets out today, and the lass is still alive,” I reply.
“This my problem, why?”
“You made him promises. He doesn’t feel like you’re holding up your end of the bargain.”
“I prefer when I dealt with old man. He was old bastard, but he understood long game. Your boss is only after name for himself.
“He doesn’t understand what my family is owed. What we have lost and sacrificed. I want girl die as much as he does.
“I need her to die to get to my goal. Lynch was my mistake, waste of time. Did not get job done, but answered questions for me.
“Bitch I want isn’t going to come out of hiding for threat, little bitch can handle herself. He wants Alliance stopped, he has to be patient, da,” she says, giving me that cold look of hers.
“He’s growing tired of the excuses.”
“I would take her out myself, but gets me nothing. Besides, I can’t reveal myself yet. My family has more invested here than your boss. Let him play in his shadows, I don’t fear him.”
“That’s easy for you to say. He’s growing suspicious of us. We might need to cool things off.”
She rises from the bed and strolls over to where I’m sitting. Straddling me as I sit here, she then takes my cigarette and takes a drag. I frown as she blows the smoke in my face.
“He give you trouble, you stay with me. Tell me, what is in this for you? Why you do this for him?”
I look away. I can’t tell her that this all started because I wanted Deja Walsh for myself. My boss was meant to kill me that night.
Instead, he saw a use for me and my cousin took my place. I only had to keep my mouth shut for a few days and then disappear as the rest of my family was killed on Oland’s orders. In return, I was promised delivery on all the promises Oland made.
However, here we are. Oland is long dead, and I’ve received nothing promised. I’m the last in my bloodline still breathing.
Deja has a price on her head and I’m no closer to having her or the wealth I was promised by Archie McDougal. I have nothing if I walk, but there’s still a chance the boss could deliver if I stay.
“Da, you have secret to keep. Does boss know secret, or do you keep from only me?”
“I have my reasons. I’ve lost too much to turn back.”
“So have I. You stay with me, and we make work. You don’t have to be pet. You partner, help with counteralliance. I treat you with respect, da.”
Before I can answer, she reaches to stroke me to life and seats herself for another round. I’m going to regret this. I know I am.
Deja
I sit at the bar in the O’Brien Manor in Dublin with my feet up. Knowing who this place used to belong to doesn’t really leave me wanting to be too respectful. I was a little surprised when Brooklyn told me he was bringing me along for the trip.