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He’s shirtless, bathed in the hallway light.
I know every curve of his body and every inch of un-inked skin. It’s him. It’s my Darragh.
But he’s got a gun.
“Ana, what’s the matter?” Darragh throws on the main light and gasps. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“No,” I shout when he lunges for us. “If he’s on something, he’ll overpower you.”
Darragh stops in his tracks, seething.
“Get the fuck off her, Cormac.”
“You here to fuck her some more, brother?” Cormac digs the blade into my throat, hauling me to the window, where he can throw me down into the garden. “If you told me you wanted this princess, too, I would have shared her with you. Like the old days.”
Shared. Like the old days. Gulp.
“Those days have been over for a long time.” Darragh closes the bedroom door, his eyes furious. “Put the fucking knife down, Cormac.”
“I have plans for this princess.” His brother laughs and holds it firmly, the blade stinging my skin.
“What plans? Our brothers know she’s here. With me.” Darragh raises the gun until it’s trained on Cormac’s head. “You’re supposed to be in California. In a secure rehab.”
“I’m an O’Rourke.” Cormac barks a laugh. “I’m more like our brothers than you’ll ever be. I know how to make people do what I want.”
“Eoghan put you in that place for your own good.”
“My own good? So you can fuck my girlfriend?” Cormac’s brogue sounds thick and gritty.
Darragh’s eyes turn into beady slits, the green melting into blackened shadows.
“Yes, I’m fucking her. And she loves it. Know what else I’m doing? I’m treating her like a queen. Like she should be treated. I’m crazy about her, and she’s crazy about me.” His brogue explodes, too. “Now drop the fucking knife. Don’t make me shoot you.”
Cormac’s shaking hands have me at his mercy. He came here to kidnap me.
All my senses sharpen, and I feel his muscles tense. Despite his declaration of being like their brothers, I’ve never seen or known Cormac to kill anyone. Will I be the first? And would he do it right in front of Darragh after he said he loved me? I release my grip on Cormac’s arms and ram him in the stomach with my left elbow.
Cormac grunts and doubles over.
Then I punch his nut sack with my right fist.
The knife comes loose and drops to the floor. I snatch it up and point it at him.
My father never showed me how to use a blade or a gun.
I realize now how irresponsible that was. My horrible father kept me helpless. He knew he’d go back on Mother’s word. He didn’t want me to know how to fight back.
My Koslov Bratva blood sizzles in my veins. You can’t be around all that violence, see the men training, and talking about bar brawls without picking up a few things.
I even feel my brothers channeling me. I lunge at Cormac, aiming for his heart, but a searing pain low in my abdomen cripples me, sending me to the carpet, crying out.
Darragh throws himself in front of me and retrieves the knife.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Cormac? That is your child inside her. You want them both dead?”
It sounds so off for Darragh to acknowledge my baby is really Cormac’s, but I get what he’s doing.
“Her father will kill me.” Fear laces Cormac’s tone as he steps back.
