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Caine continues until I’m on the precipice. He pumps faster, pushing me over the edge. I cry out in pleasure and fury because when I come, it’s his name on my lips.
He kisses me softly and I sigh. My eyes fall closed and my breath is coming in shaky puffs. I knew Caine was good, but it should be illegal to be as sinfully skilled as he is.
In that moment, I know exactly how I’m going to take revenge.
I kiss him back and climb onto his lap. His hands move lower, cupping my ass. Heat shoots through me and I moan, rocking into his hardness. I push Caine against the headboard and lower myself between his legs. I free his hard length from his sweats and wrap my lips around it. Just as I remember, he is long and broad.
I keep at it until he bucks his hips about to come. Then I withdraw. Caine growls, and his blue eyes flash dangerously. Then a smile parts his lips. His arms circle my waist and he tries to pull me back onto his lap, but I jump off the bed. I watch as the realization that I’m not teasing sinks in.
“Aurora,” he says in a deep rumble.
“Fuck you, Caine,” I say with a sweet smile and flounce off to take a bath.
“That’s what I’m trying to do!” he calls after me.
Chapter 16
Caine
I enjoy New York. It’s one of those rare cities that makes me wish I could kick up my boots and call it home. Aside from Belfast. But New York is more than our mob outfit can handle. With our IRA connections, we smuggle product through the harbor here, but that’s it.
New York is littered with gangs and I’m happy to have the IRA watching my back as we drive through the Russian mob’s territory. There’s no bad blood between the Russian Bratva and the O’Connor family, but given the way they are screwing with the IRA, nothing is off the table.
We arrive at the harbor right before midnight. I hate the drug business and I’m contemplating shooting the IRA member, Seamus, if he doesn’t stop talking about it.
“Aye, the profits will help the IRA’s efforts greatly.”
I grit my teeth.
Our men open the containers and repack the drugs. If the situation with the Bratva can be stabilized, then this is one job I’m outsourcing to the bikers. They’re a rough group, they won’t object to drug running.
It’s one of the worst aspects of the family business. We should focus entirely on money laundering. There’s far less risk, and it’s much easier to disguise as a legitimate business. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t touch this shit. A filthy product for low lives, but Da has a long-standing agreement with the Colombian cartels. There’s nothing I can do about it.
“It’s all here,” Tommy reports.
Tommy is Seamus’ righthand man. Another true believer in a free Ireland. As far as I’m concerned it’s a pipedream. We lost that battle centuries ago.
“Load it up,” I bark.
Seamus slaps my back. “Relax. We’ve got men on the perimeter. No one is going to mess with this run.”
We get the product safely into the trucks. Turns out Seamus is right. If the Russians are planning something, they aren’t going to act on it while we move the drugs.
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Paddy’sis one of many IRA fronts in the city. It’s my favorite because the building is from the days of speakeasies’. We can have a drink and conduct business away from prying eyes.
“I hear the Russians are giving you trouble.”
Seamus nods. “Aye, those bastards are out of control. They’re trying to take over all of New York.”
“If you need guns, we’re with you,” I say.
“And us with you.”
“We may need a hand if the Dullahans don’t learn their place.”
Seamus smirks. “Aye, I hear the bikers don’t respect the old world mobs the way they should. I also hear you’ve got yourself engaged to one of their daughters.”
