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“You’re done here, Mother,” I growled. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you. Seamus and I are handling the situation as we see fit. We made a mistake, and we will rectify it. Our way. That doesn’t mean we are incapable. It makes us human. Sparing her life doesn’t make us weak or soft. It makes us men who know where to draw the line.”
Her face turned a mottled, angry red, her lips thinning as her shock morphed into a venomous glare. “How dare you—”
“Leave, Marianne,” my father glared at her, “before I lose my temper.”
My mother didn’t need to be told twice. She scurried away from the table without a second glance. There weren’t many people she was afraid of. My father was one of the few. And rightly so.
“Now,” my father leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table as his gaze traveled between my twin and me, “you made a mistake, and that’s all right, sons. Let’s discuss how we can rectify it.”
Seamus visibly swallowed, his jaw clenching tightly as he struggled to rein in the tumultuous sea of emotions threatening to bubble to the surface.
“I might have an idea.”
7
It was warm.
Too warm.
I was faintly aware of the stifling heat pressed against my back. Hot air caressed the skin of my throat, sending tingles of awareness zipping through me. Something heavy was draped over me, holding me tight. It took a few moments for my groggy brain to process what the hell was going on.
My body was sandwiched between the twins, their body heat surrounding me, creating an inferno.
The more I bordered on wakefulness, the more pressure built behind my eyes, a dull throb spreading through my temples like wildfire. I didn’t want to wake. It felt safer to stay trapped in sleep than face the reality that would be smacking me in the face soon.
My inner hussy was primping her hair and putting on her best red lipstick.
My inner bitch, however, was sulking in a corner like a petulant child at how utterly foolish this all was. Jesus, it was like the entire cast ofInside Outwas rolling through my brain.
Maybe I needed therapy.
There really shouldn’t be amaybein that statement.
I needed therapy.
Lots of it.
What exactly happened? My mind struggled to recall how I’d ended up here…in bed…between two men who could double as the MacManus twins.
Minus the red hair.
I remembered breaking down in some shady-ass parking lot, drinking a bottle of whiskey, and then—
Shit. They’d killed Jimmy Burlosconi in that alley. They killed him and…images from the previous night crashed through my mind like a tidal wave.
“Good girls get rewarded.”
Heat suffused my cheeks as I thought back on how Kiernan had made me come like Drew never had. I’d nearly passed out, but the sulking child in me planned to blame the booze and not the Irish sex god and his magic hands.
Jesus, what had I done?
You rode his fingers like a debauched whore looking for her next fix, is what you did.
Inner hussy was having a party, her legs split open and ready for more. Miss conservative was narrowing her gaze at me. Guilt churned in my stomach like a bad breakfast burrito.
I wouldn’t become my mother.
I couldn’t.
