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“Thank you.” I round the desk and hug her. “Work with the list Balor gives you. Bale, I’m trusting you on this one. You know better than anyone who our enemies are.”
“Forcing Gabe to sell us his Italian princess means we just doubled them,” Riordan mutters.
“Sellyou his princess?” Shea blurts.
“Can I talk to Shea alone?” I signal everyone to leave. We’re brothers. We’re a team. But I’m in charge.
And I don’t want them watching our little sister yell at me.
My brothers leave to do what they do best, run my family empire. Our legal businesses are profitable enough to shield us from curious eyes when tons of cash roll in from our illegal shit.
I’m left with Shea giving me a look of disapproval for buying a wife. It makes me wonder how my mother will take the news. Sure, there would have been some exchange of money. Clearly, Shea sees the brutality behind this deal.
“If you’ve got something to say, Shea-Lynne, say it now.”
“Oooo, my full name.” She stands up. “Do I want to know the details?”
“No,” I say firmly.
“When can I meet the next Mrs. O’Rourke?”
That’s the second time today someone’s called Isabella that, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. “Her name is Isabella. And she’s upstairs.”
Shea’s hands fall at her sides. “You moved her in already?”
I’m not sure what Shea knows about the explosion. “I had to.”
“Hadto? Kier, is this a shotgun wedding I’m planning?”
I bark a laugh. “Hardly.” I also spare her the gory details of how I don’t plan to have a routine sexual relationship with my wife. She’s here to give me an heir. Nothing more.
“What, then?”
“Shea, I don’t tell you the particulars of our business for a reason.”
“Right, right. Just like Da.” She smooths her dress. “So? Can I meet her?”
“Sure.” I smile. “I put her in your room.”
“My room?” Her sculpted eyebrows arch. “For good?”
“What do you mean?”
“Kieran, you’re getting married. She’ll share your bed, no?”
My neck flames with heat at the idea of Isabella in my bed. The way she looked in that bikini doesn’t help lessen the throbbing in my groin. “That’s between her and me.”
“Okay.” Shea waves her hands, giving up on me. My sister is a romantic at heart. Maybe she’s not living in the real world because, with our name, no man would dare hurt her.
I open the door to my office to find Isabella standing there. “Oh.” I adjust my tie for some reason.
Isabella’s eyes narrow at Shea. “What the hell is this? Will you be banging your mistresses under the same roof I’m being forced to live under, too?” She seethes with jealousy, and it hits a nerve. How can she feel that way about me already?
I grin at her because whether or not I choose to ‘bang’ a woman in my house is completely up to me. Isabella needs to know sooner rather than later that I have no plans to give up my club in the city. Regardless of the oath I take in this arranged marriage, I’ll do as I please when it comes to other women.
“Isabella, this is my sister, Shea.”
Isabella sharply inhales. “Oh, shoot. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. This was all so sudden.”
