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I laughed, and Sceólang whined, begging for a fuss.
“I’m thirty-nine. Which makes me a cradle snatcher.” He winked.
His age had honestly not occurred to me. I knew he was older than me. It might feel like a gap if I were a normal twenty-six-year-old, but I’d lived a lot of life since I fled my old house a decade ago.
“I cultivated my accent because it’s another part of my image. They don’t expect much from an Irish man besides drinking and violence. They don’t expect me to be cleverer than them, and they underestimate me.” He grinned. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still good at violence.”
That I didn’t doubt.
“Let’s get you back inside before you catch a cold.” He wrapped his good arm around me and pulled me to his side.
I nuzzled my head against him, no longer worried about ending up like my mamá. Boyan never showed her the care and affection Sean had shown me. He only ever used her. They might both be mob bosses, but they couldn’t be more different.
26
I’d never had an issue with focus until Amy crashed into my life. Now, my mind was full of her. Her perfume, her taste, her smiles. She was under my roof, wearing my ring, but somehow, it wasn’t enough unless she was sitting on my lap. With my business the way it was, I didn’t want to expose her to the constant ugliness I took for granted daily. It wasn’t until she brought her light into my dark life that I could see the comparison.
After presenting Niko’s head to Amy, I sent it to the Bulgarian compound. The good thing about sending a body part to another gang was that you knew it wouldn’t end up with the police.
Boyan, freshly minted from prison, immediately retaliated by blowing up one of my bookies and replying with a message that he would wipe me from the face of the earth.
Loch had chuckled at that. “Doubt the old man’s got the strength to hold his cock for a piss, let alone kill you off.”
I had a rule of never underestimating people. Boyan had proved that he was a psychopath, and I didn’t think it mattered that he was over sixty. That kind of craziness just built with age. I’d stepped up security, but the nagging issue of my rat was a constant worry. My inside contact had new information for me, and now that Loch knew everything I did, things were easier. However, I kept the video feeds from the entire house flowing to my computer.
“Hey.” My favourite voice filled the doorway.
I clicked the screens blank and motioned her over. She walked over wearing a pair of leggings and one of my shirts. Her dark hair fell about her face, and she looked beautiful, free of makeup and walking barefoot around my house. When she was close enough, I snagged her and pulled her onto my lap.
She laughed huskily as I buried my nose in her hair.
“I missed you,” I said.
“It’s only been an hour.”
“Too long.” I grabbed her hips, growing hard underneath her.
It was a problem whenever I was around her. One I never wanted to wear off.
“Did you unpack?”
“Not quite. I think Craig got almost all my stuff.”
“He said there wasn’t that much.”
It was shocking to see how little she owned – mostly stripping outfits, heels, and some old textbooks. That morning, I personally removed some items, and I was waiting to see when she noticed.
“Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” I didn’t like her worrying about my men.
Craig was recovering perfectly well. Trixie was fussing over him like a mother hen.
“What about you? Are you overdoing it?”
I flexed my arm, and pain shot through the joint. “It’s getting there.”
You didn’t slow down in my business, not with wolves like the Stefanovs at the door.
