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Liam had never really had friends like this before. People who were nice to him, just, well, for him. The only ones who knew who he was or how much he was worth were the Kents and somehow, Mack. He had no idea how the fucker had found out. He was sure neither Xavier or Mel had told him.
After Mack confronted him one night about his ‘hidden identity,’ Liam had done his own digging. Which was when he found out Mack had done hard time. An eight year sentence for attempted manslaughter.
Did the Kents know who exactly they had under their roof, hanging around their kids? Apparently they did. Or at least Xavier did. Xavier just waved him off and said not to worry about it when Liam tried to talk to him about it.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Everyone started cheering as Hunter dipped Isobel and planted one on her. It wasn’t a quick peck either. Liam had to tug at his collar because damn. It had been too long since he’d had a warm woman wrapped around him. Far too long.
“There’s a reception after this, eh?” Liam shouldered Jeremiah.
Jeremiah nodded. “At Bubba’s.”
“Classy.”
Jeremiah punched his shoulder and they both got to their feet as the crowd stood up. Isobel and Hunter clasped hands and walked back down the aisle. Liam clapped along with everyone else. Even his cold, sarcastic little heart had to give it to them—those two crazy kids deserved their happy ending.
Liam thought his dad was a piece of work but he was fucking Gandhi compared to the sociopathic shitshow that was Isobel’s stepmom. At least the bitch would be locked up for a while. She made some kind of plea deal so she didn’t get the max sentence but when she got out, she’d be broke, alone, and friendless. Meanwhile Isobel had Hunter and the rest of them. And, ya know, half a billion dollars.
What more could you ask for in a happily ever after? You can bet the media ate that shit up. Liam had flown in his PR guy from Dublin to handle the spin. He was one of the few people Liam actually trusted from back home. Then again, bullshit was the guy’s business, so it was entirely possible he was just better at buttering Liam up than everyone else.
That was the problem with money. You never know who was just begging to be bought. In his experience, everyone had a price.
Everyone.
But he was enjoying this little vacation to the wilds of America to pretend for a little while that they didn’t.
And toward that end…
“I call dibs on the hot blonde in the pink dress,” Liam said as they joined the sea of people crowding into the aisle to leave the church. He’d only meant for Jeremiah, Reece, and maybe Nicholas to hear.
Mack was several people in front of him but he turned around and glared. “Shut the fuck up. Women aren’t meat.” More and more people crowded in from the side pews and Liam was forced to pause halfway down the aisle.
So he couldn’t do anything but watch on as Mack plunged through the crowd—people had a habit of making way for a six foot giant covered in tattoos of gargoyles and monsters—and approached the woman in the body-hugging pink dress.
Liam’s mouth dropped open and his blood spiked. That ruddy bastard—
Mack took the woman’s hand and drew it to his lips. She blushed and as soon as Mack released her hand, started toying with her hair.
“Fucker,” Liam whispered.
Mack dropped his hand to the small of the woman’s back and ushered her out of the church.
“Oh you’ve done it now, boyo.” Liam rubbed his hands together and then shook his arms out like he was getting ready for a jog. “Let the games begin.”
The Virgin Next Door
The Virgin Next Door
Roughneck #2
STASIA BLACK
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