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“Haven, you do remember how to speak, right?”
I want to yell at Papa for doing this to me again, but the words are lodged in my throat. I’d rather take his wrath than the one this man is going to impose on me.
Finn inches closer to me as if testing the truth to leave my lips so he can end this once and for all.
Or maybe he’s testing my already proven loyalty to him.
He’s obviously in this room without Papa being privy to what he’s done. And it’s too late now, isn’t it? If Papa was smart, he would’ve teamed up with the O’Clerys sooner than the Bianchis. The Irish have never gotten along with the Italians, and I could tell by the way Enzo treated me.
But this Irishman has a vendetta to scare the absolute crap out of me.
“Haven,” he says, and it’s the first time I’ve heard him speak. A deep and dangerously delicious baritone that makes the hairs on my arms rise on end. “Wife.”
I can’t breathe.
It feels as though the whole room begins to close in on me, and a blackness begins to edge around my once-clear vision.
And it’s in his eyes that I see the message he’s trying to pass along.
I can’t wait to break you.
My feet trick on one another as I try to regain some distance, but it’s no use. My body stopped functioning seconds ago, and decides to completely shut down.
Because I don’t remember hitting the floor and passing out into a heap of flesh and bones.
Just the peace that I’ll never get again.
5
FINN
“Gentlemen,I apologize again. She hasn’t eaten today.”
I don’t pay any attention to Patrick Kincaid and his fake ass, but I liked how Haven’s long, curly red hair fell to the ground with a thump the moment I said the wordwife.
She’s going to be easy to handle.
The woman is deathly afraid of me, and she definitely didn’t utter a word to her father about what I did to that Italian scum because Patrick kissed our asses the whole time we were within his gaudy house.
I don’t want her.
However, I can’t say that I don’t find it amusing how her whole body heaves and shakes at the sight of me. I have men do the same thing but something about the way she does it entertains me more than slicing into someone’s gut.
I knew what was happening when we walked into the Kincaid’s mansion earlier this evening and why it needed to be done. We need to act civil until it’s the right time to strike and take the whole Kincaid clan out for good.
Yet, I’m not sure how long that’s going to last.
Patrick is impatient, and in that weak state of mind, he makes rash decisions. It’s beyond my comprehension how he’s managed to keep his clan afloat despite his lack of leadership and planning skills.
Yet, he’s offering his oldest daughter to me, and I can’t say that after our first meeting and experiencing the fear in those lucid green eyes, that I’m completely turned off by the idea.
“It’s quite alright,” Father emits before he shakes Kincaid’s hand. “The lass needs some rest.”
“Of course,” Patrick replies, the lack of worry for his daughter already gone. “We’ll see ye tomorrow then?”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes because this dumbass wants me to come back and have a sit down with his daughter so we can get to know each other.
It’s a crock of shit; however, I nod my head.
