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“Kieran killed him.” The coolness of his voice shocks me and hints at the ruthless gangster who lives under his skin.
A monster he keeps at bay to be a father and a doctor. The monster who wanted to murder the Uber driver who touched me.
The same monster gene that took control of Cormac.
“Wait.” I wave my hands. “Your brother, the head of the Irish mob, killed the Italian underboss?”
And Dante said I’d start a war.
“It’s a long story. Gabriel Parisi is dead, too. Kieran married his daughter, Isabella.” Darragh exhales. “I don’t know who’s running the Cosa Nostra now.”
That’s information overload.
“Darragh, can you help me get access to my trust fund?”
“So you can escape for good?”
“Yes. After the baby is born.”
“Not if you plan on taking him with you.”
“I’m not leaving my baby with you. I can call Katya. She’ll find someone to help me.”
Darragh’s eyes flare with restrained anger.
“I can prove that’s my son with a DNA sample after he’s born.” He folds his arms. “I put a call into a genetic researcher to confirm that identical twins’ offspring match the other twin’s DNA.”
“I’ll tell whoever is swabbing his mouth for the sample that he’s Cormac’s.”
“My brother is a remanded drug addict.” Darragh grips my throat. “And you’re out on bail. Do you want to jeopardize that? I can make sure you go to prison. They will take your baby and give him to the nearest relative, which will be me, since, again, my DNA matches. Even if you claim Cormac’s the daddy, he’s in rehab, so again, the baby becomes mine.”
It hits me he hasn’t had my case dismissed yet.
“With one call to the right person, I can get my money.” I break out of his hold, my skin immediately uncomfortably cool. “With millions of dollars, I can get a new identity, a passport, and a ticket to the Cayman Islands where my baby and I will be fine.”
“You’d do that?” Darragh turns white.
“Darragh, you’re not seeing the bigger picture. This baby, this boy, is the heir to my father’s brotherhood. I don’t want him to live that life.”
He drills me with a stare. “He won’t be the Bratva heir if his last name is O’Rourke.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Darragh
Ana stomps away after my comment about the baby’s last name being O’Rourke.
“We’re not done talking,” I bark.
Even mad, I’m fixated on her ass.
I kissed her because I couldn’t stand not tasting her lips another second. To see if she even remotely felt the same as me.
Was I alone in this strange kink attraction for my brother’s pregnant ex-girlfriend?
Her eyes fluttered, boosting my confidence that I still know what to do with these damn lips.
That kiss woke me the fuck up after icing myself over for years. Now, I’m on fire, and no matter what, I want more. More of her.
