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After that one night, I never saw her again.
I’d never really stopped thinking about her, though. My connections in Boston ran deep, and it was easy to send a man here and there to keep an eye on her, not that she’d needed it. She’d done more than well enough on her own.
It made me want to really earn her.
I traced my fingers along the delectable curve of her stomach. Her muscles tightened reflexively, and I smiled, enjoying the way she responded to my slightest touch.
When I’d come back to Boston, I’d hoped to find her. I’d known she was alive, and that the Murphys had grown to be one of the strongest Irish mafia families in the city. But what I hadn’t realized was how much of a role Ada had played in that. It was obvious that her brothers treated her like one of their own, and although technically her oldest brother Kieran was head of their family, all of them made important decisions together.
They were a family unit.
The Murphys approached the business a little differently than my family. The Kavanagh’s power structure was a bit more hierarchal, with a kingpin, an underboss, a consigliere, much like the Italian mafia families in the area, but with a bit more laxity. My father was a man to be reckoned with, but sitting at the head of a crime family comes with a certain set of dangers, and he’d run into one of those only a few weeks ago.
I’d left Ireland so I could come back home and bury him.
My family had been established in Boston for a long time. We’d emigrated here in the late eighteen hundreds and hadn’t left the port or ventured further into America because we’d found our home here. We held onto our ancestral land in Ireland throughout the years, using it as a safe haven should any of us need to get out of the States for a period of time.
“I wish I could have been here to see you and your family rise to be what you are today,” I whispered.
She pressed her warm bottom against my cock, and I groaned out loud with desire. A visceral need to take her again just as hard came over me, but I held back. There would be time for more of that later.
“You didn’t spend all that time in Ireland just taking care of family, did you?” she ventured. Her intelligence was striking and that made my cock just as hard as thinking about sinking deep into that tight little pussy again.
“No, that wasn’t the whole story,” I answered.
She peered back over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Just like I’d thought, she wasn’t going to let me get away with half-truths or vague answers.
If I wanted Ada to be mine, I had to give her all of me.
“What’s the real reason you were away for so long?”
“I killed someone that I shouldn’t have.”
“Who?”
“Yuri Kozlov,” I answered.
Her eyes flickered with recognition. “I see.”
“So, you’ve heard of the Kozlov family?”
“They’ve been a thorn in our side ever since they arrived,” she said, her annoyance clear from her tone.
The Kozlovs were a Russian bratva family that had started trying to branch out in Boston, but they hadn’t done any groundwork to align themselves with any of the organizations already established here. They came in with brute force, trying to muscle their way in by shaking down businesses and trying to force their position here in the city.
“Yuri Kozlov was especially troublesome. He wasn’t the boss or the brigadier, but one of the higher-tiered captains. He’d shaken down a night club, one of our most profitable ventures, and had taken a group of female hostages. When word had spread, I’d gone in right away, but he’d already smacked around several of the girls. I’d walked in with the intention of negotiating with him to ensure their release, but when things didn’t go his way, he wrapped his hands around one of their throats. I just reacted and before I realized what was happening, my gun was in my hands, and I’d pulled the trigger,” I explained.
“I’d always wondered what happened back then. Kieran had mentioned it, but we were still building our reputation here. We stayed out of it as best as we could. We knew, at least at the time, the Kozlovs were likely more powerful than we were, and our position was still precarious at the time,” Ada replied thoughtfully.
“I stayed in Ireland so long to escape the heat from the legal system, but more importantly to hide from the Kozlovs. They had wanted to take vengeance and collect on that blood debt. It was better for me to go away for a time while my father reminded them how powerful the Kavanaghs were,” I said.
“Did that work?”
“Yes. They’ve been quiet, at least up until now,” I murmured thoughtfully.
“What’s changed?” Ava’s eyes narrowed. I could see her winding through her memories, and I cleared my throat.
“The Morozovs and the Kozlovs have united together in a marriage between the heir of the Kozlov family and the daughter of the Morozovs boss.”
