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The cars returned, and Rhys and Akshay pulled up next to each other, revving the engines. Mac pulled a gun from a holster under his jacket, fired it into the air, and they were off.
“Aye, I suppose it is new.” He smiled.
“Have you raced cars before?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.
“Just street racing and definitely not in cars of this caliber. I didn’t grow up with money. Only last year, an app I created went viral, and suddenly I found myself in this position.”
We watched as the cars came up the straightaway. Rhys and Keir were ahead by a car length. The hum of the engines intensified as they passed by.
Lap one was complete.
“So, when was the last time you were in Ireland,” he questioned, picking up on our common thread from yesterday.
“It’s been a while. Almost nine years ago. We took my mother’s ashes back to her childhood home, Fairhill House.
“Fairhill House, as in Hugh and Janice Boyle?” he asked.
“They were my grandparents, though I only met them once, and it was only for about ten minutes. Do you know them?”
“Aye, not personally, but everybody in Northern Ireland has heard of them.”
“It’s a small world.”
“Aye, it is, lass,” he said.
The cars were finishing their second lap, and the lead between the Rhys and the Patels had increased.
“Call it Irish loyalty or protectiveness, but I would be remiss if I didn’t ask,” Aidan said. “But were you forced into marrying Keir last night?”
I felt the blood drain from my face. Had it been that obvious? “Um, no. Why?”
“It’s just that something seemed off. It seemed rushed.”
Shit.
“Keir has an air for the dramatic, that’s all,” I explained.
He reached out and cupped my chin, looking me in the eyes. “If you ever need anything darlin’, I can help you.”
I listened as the cars whizzed by for a third time. I could tell him everything right now, and he would help me. He could get me off this island. He obviously had money. But Keir’s warning settled in the back of my mind.These men are dangerous.
I shook my head. “I’m fine,” I said.
We watched as the cars rounded the corner and headed to the finish. The black car came in well before the red. Keir jumped out, slamming the door.
I stepped back, and the hair on the nape of my neck rose as he came toward us. “Are you all right?” he asked me. I nodded. He turned to Aidan and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. “Touch my wife again, and I will beat the shite out of you.”
Aidan pushed his hand away. “You should take better care of the truly precious things in your life.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly that. You’re a fool.”
ChapterThirteen
KEIR
“Get in the car,” I said sternly to Evie, handing her a helmet. My fucking blood was boiling. I shut her door and got in the driver’s seat, starting the engine. “Why in bloody hell did he have his hands on you?
