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“So I wouldn’t be like,managingthe club?”
“Ye would be managing the girls.”
I ponder the idea. It would be like how Mellie manages the bar staff.
“Scheduling, hiring and firing, that kind of thing,” Ronan continues. That sounds interesting.
“Do you think they’d be okay with that? I mean, some of them have been there a lot longer than me.”
“Carmen would have been the only one who thought she would have been a better choice,” Ronan replies softly. I swallow. Shawna whispered that Carmen and her kids were involved, and Liam mentioned Carmen was leaving Boston. But that’s about it. I have no idea if I’ll ever get the full story there, but I can tell Ronan doesn’t want to speak about Carmen right now, so I change the subject.
“Do you think I’d be good at that? Managing the strippers?” I ask in a small voice, doubting my abilities. “I’ve never managed anything in my life.”
“Ye’ll be grand,” Ronan assures me, a thread of pride in his voice. “Ye’re one of the most capable people I know,leannán.”
My heart swells in my chest at Ronan being proud of how I handle things. I toy with his wedding band, smiling to myself at its sight – announcing my claim on him to the world.
“Can I get my own desk in your office?” I ask innocently.
A growl slips out of Ronan’s mouth. Tipping my head back, I catch him smirking down at me.
“Sure, and where else would ye be spending yer days at the club,leannán? I need ye to be at arms reach to take ye whenever I feel the urge.”
I deliberately roll my eyes at him, and Ronan’s smirk takes on a possessive, feral edge as his eyes flash. I’m pressed into the mattress by him as he thrusts into me before I can blink.
Wrapping my arms around his chest, I lift my hips in time with his thrusts, reveling in the feeling of fullness. Truly, I’ll never get used to this. At least, I hope I don’t.
RONAN
I wish I could spend longer than one day in bed with Fiona after our wedding, but unfortunately, that’s not the case. My phone buzzes, and I roll my eyes.
LIAM: Need help. Sorry.
The phone buzzes again as an address comes through. Shit. If the lad is texting instead of calling, he’s taken care of the issue and probably needs help cleaning up. Pressing my lips to Fiona’s, I murmur against them.
“I’ll see ye tonight,leannán.”
“Okay.” She smiles at me as I reluctantly leave the bed.
Liam is down at the docks. Seamus has him keeping an eye on the warehouses there. He swings by at random times most days. This isn’t the first time his sudden appearance has surprised some Italian cunts.
Liam is leaning up against the side of the warehouse. Two dead Italians at his feet. My eyebrows rise as I take in the bloody mess on his T-shirt.
“Just a scratch,” he grunts, lifting his shirt to show me the shallow knife wound across his lower torso. “They came off worse.” He nods to the two bodies on the ground. “Italians.”
I frown down at them. “I can see that, lad. This isn’t the first time they’ve been sniffing around here.”
My phone is at my ear, calling Seamus. This is starting to become an issue.
“Ronan?” Seamus answers, Cillian gurgling in the background. He must still be out in West Roxbury.
“Liam surprised two Italians at the docks.”
Seamus curses down the line. “Is the lad all right?”
“Aye. Just a scratch from a knife.”
He growls, calling to Tiggy as a door slams.
