AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Hmph,” I croak. As far as I know, Balor hasn’t figured out why that Bratva soldier came after me. Unless…Gasp.Was it Ivan’s handiwork?
“Killing you wipes out leverage. Alexei would take you hostage first. Which is why we have to discuss your security detail.” He crooks a finger for me to follow him.
I take a step and glance down, seeing the tips of my white shoes. At least I’m getting something on my wedding day.
A bodyguard.
We get to Kieran’s office, which is locked with a keypad and opens with a code I easily figure out. Inside, he steps behind his desk and gets on a walkie-talkie. “Calder, bring Christian inside.”
“Christian?”
“He’s your bodyguard. We’re going to sit down and hash out the rules.”
“Rules?”
Calder and a very tall, hulking man with reddish-blond hair follow him in. I can maybe outrun him if he’s stronger than he is faster. But if he catches me, I’m guessing him pinning me to the ground will hurt.
“Christian, this is Mrs. O’Rourke.” Kieran tugs at his bowtie. “Isabella.”
He dips his head at me. “Ma’am.”
“Call me Izzy,” I say, assuming it will piss off Kieran.
Narrowing his eyes on me, he keeps talking to Christian. “She is your priority. You go where she goes.”
“Even here in the house?” I snap, thinking of someone watching me take a shower.
“No, of course not,” Kieran grounds out.
The idea ofKieran’seyes on me taking a shower rushes a blast of heat across my skin. When not reliving the nightmare of almost being killed, I can’t stop thinking about Kieran’s mouth on mine yesterday. The kiss was staged, in the moment, and prompted by a photographer, who wanted a good photo for his collection and nothing more.
But now that the memory is in my head, it washes over me. The strong set of his lips and body, radiating with heat, makes my heart skip a beat. The memory of how his hands felt all over my body stays with me. Don’t even get me started on how good this damn man smells.
And now that he’s going off to be like that with another woman… I’m breathless and furious. It’s not something I expected to feel because I don’t want to stay in this marriage. He’ll breed me, and any hope of a professional life with any freedom will vanish.
“I’ll need the missus’s schedule of events.” Christian speaks with the same Irish accent, knocking me out of my lustful, confusing thoughts.
“That’s easy.” I wave my hands. “I don’t have a schedule. I’m not allowed to leave here. This should be a breeze for you.”
“I told you we needed to get your security squared away first.” Kieran shakes his head. “I asked Lachlan to send me someone I can trust.”
“I was on an assignment for Ewan Quinlan, ma’am.” Christian nods.
“When she’s around, your eyes are on her.” Kieran ignores the stress on Christian’s face. “Someone tried to stab her yesterday.”
“No one will get near her, boss.” He’s robotic.
Not even my husband, I want to murmur, but I know better than to disrespect Kieran’s sexual hang-ups about deflowering his virgin wife in front of the guards.
“Once we have a schedule for her, I’ll share it. She doesn’t have her own car. Use Ma’s old Cadillac in the garage if you need to take her anywhere. Drive her yourself.”
“Yes, boss.”
“You can go, Christian,” I say with a forced smile and then narrow my eyes back on my husband.
“Sir?” He looks at Kieran.
“You heard her. You can go.”
