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“What trap? You’re being arrested for murder. Looks like you’re in the trap.” So am I, as I keep my gun trained on him, looking for another way out.
“All my delays drove Vance crazy. And with the legendary Harvard mob consigliere in town to help his brother, who killed my hitman—”
“Cormac killed a paid Russian mercenary,” I seethe. “Who tried to kill his innocent twin.”
“I lost a lot of money on that deal to cash in on the missing princess.” He’s referring to the ransom he thought he’d get from Alexei Koslov for his daughter, Anastasia, Darragh’s wife. “My little spy in Vance’s office put the idea in his head to work with you. That kept you in town and gave me time to exact my revenge. When I saw you were fucking this sweet cupcake… Who was just assigned to my murder trial? You two are a dream come true.” He rubs Jillian’s arse.
“Stop fucking touching her!” My finger twitches on the gun trigger to take another shot.
“If only you’d waited a little longer. I would have security footage of me and my guards fucking this plump ass before putting her limp, used body into a dirty van to be sold off.” He smells her hair, and I’m going to fucking lose it. “Money means nothing to you, O’Rourke. But your women are your treasures. You shouldn’t have made that so obvious.”
Lachlan mowing down a dozen Russians to marry Katya, an event that apparently got broadcast all over the country, sent a signal that our women are our weakness.
“Lazaro, I don’t give a flying fuck about your crimes. Right now, you’re the man who’s touching what’s mine. That won’t go unpunished. I have a clear shot to your head.” I keep my gun steady, even though I’m shaking with rage. “Or maybe I’ll blow off your dick. You’ll live, but without ever knowing pussy again. Then your don brother and my brother the king can argue if it was justified.”
“My brother,” he scoffs. “He doesn’t own me.”
I’m trapped in Scava’s nest with angry hornets swarming outside. They’ll kill me on his command. There’s no point to this if Jillian and I don’t live.
Jillian needs to live. She deserves to go on. Like I considered that night I killed Balor’s bullies, no one will miss one O’Rourke. Ma’s counting her days. Da’s in his own fucking world as usual. What’s more important to a man like Lazaro Scava? Trafficking some woman he doesn’t care about, or killing a consigliere? One he can spend hours torturing and brag about all over town?
“All right, Scava,” I hiss, mentally preparing to offer myself. Throw my hands up so long as he lets Jillian go.
“Toss me your gun and come out from behind the desk,” Scava growls. “I’ll let you watch. Sorry if it’s not in your car or on her balcony.”
This man’s had me cornered the entire time.
“Eoghan, no!” Jillian whines, for some reason pronouncing my name like she did the night I met her.
Is her brain misfiring? Is she having an episode? What’s changed? What’s wrong with her?
“My men and I are going to dump so much cum into this beautiful hole.” Lazaro spreads her plump cheeks.
“Ouch!” She squeaks, breaking me.
Dump so much cum…
Jillian let me fuck her without a condom for a week. She hadn’t been on her pills for long.
So much cum…
Cum, my cum.
I dumped a truckload of cum into her.
I’d bet my life she wasn’t fully protected.
A blaze of fury burns through my body.
“Scava, you think you know so fucking much.” Strength returns to me. “My woman you’re about to rape is pregnant with my child!”
Jillian turns her head, her questioning eyes searching for me.
I dumped so much seed into you, and you orgasmed each and every time, you have to be pregnant.
I give Jillian a stern look to keep her head down. Her arse hanging out enrages me, but not at the expense of losing my focus again.
A bullet in my head means her body will be this animal’s toy.
