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A family that the Holloway Gang had been at war with since long before my father was born—the Borellos.
But that war between our families had led to an immeasurable amount of death throughout the years and to my dad faking my own.
“Protect the princess at all costs,” he’d told every one of his men.
I still hadn’t been found. Then again, I was well guarded.
I needed to be kept hidden from the world. I knew that.
But Kieran wanted me hidden to keep me alive and with him.
Mickey wanted to keep me alive so O’Sullivan blood would stay in control of Holloway.
Neither realized this couldn’t last.
If Kieran became Boss and we had a child, it wouldn’t matter if the world still assumed I was dead or not. That child would be the Borello’s newest target, and I refused to put my child through the life I’d lived.
The moment I found out I was pregnant, I would be gone—whether Kieran came with me or not.
Kieran tightened his fingers against mine, bringing me back to the present as his mouth brushed along the back of my neck.
Just as he started to release my hand, I clasped our fingers tighter. “Bailey?”
I felt his anger slam into me, but he gave no hint otherwise. His voice was still the same dark warning it had been since we were kids. “He won’t say anything to you again.”
“What’d you do, Kieran?”
“Nothing.”
“Kieran . . .” I released his name with a sigh, and slowly untangled our fingers.
I would’ve loved to watch Kieran knock Bailey out for what he’d said, but hitting someone wasn’t Kieran’s way.
It wasn’t how he’d been raised. It wasn’t who he was paid to be.
The assassin wasn’t who he’d wanted to be.
I felt him move away from me, and knew he was going to shower and try to sleep before Mickey sent him away again.
Not taking my eyes from the smudged symbol on the table, I hurriedly whispered, “Take me away from here.”
I didn’t hear him stop walking but knew he had.
Glancing up at him, I watched him slowly turn, those pale eyes giving away his need to do anything for me.
“Take me away.”
“You know I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. We can. Don’t you remember everything we planned? Everything you promised?”
His head listed to the side as his brows dipped low, his eyes now cold. The beast inside him instinctively awakening and reacting to being challenged.
But I held his stare, knowing his reaction was as involuntary as breathing. Knowing he was fighting it and would never willingly hurt me.
He had the mind of a monster and the heart of a dreamer.
He’d never hidden either from me, and long ago I’d fallen in love with both.
