Page 64 of The Irish Reaper


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“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he clips back before glancing down the front of me. “You’re older. Giovanni is a young kid, but—hey, you’ve gotten the body to keep him satisfied, sister.”

“I’m already married.”

“I can fix that well enough. It’ll be as though it never existed.”

“ThewholeO’Clery clan was there, Cillian.”

He glowers at me. “Do you think I give a fuck who was there? If you didn’t fuck him, then you’re not carrying his baby, and I need an alliance.”

“No,” I choke out. “I’m not going to be another pawn in your games.”

My brother bumps my chest and snarls. “You’ll be whatever Iwantyou to be. You’re gonna marry Giovanni and fuck that stupid kid’s brains out so that I can get what I want out of the deal. You make him happy; we survive.”

“I can’t.”

“Then it’s Taylen who's going to take your place.”

“Please, Cillian,” I beg, feeling a large lump form in my throat. “We can think of another way.”

“There is nootherway, you stupid ass. It’s this way. Congratulations, Haven, you just got yourself a new husband.”

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