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“Come with me,” he says, ambling toward his office. “Close the door.”
“I’m in love with her, Da.” I think I’m about to be pressured to divorce her.
“That’s obvious, since you’re not exactly a lap dog who loves everyone.”
“No. I’m a fucking junkyard pit bull you trained to kill.”
“You got a way with words there, Lachlan,” he snickers. “I’ll give you that. And she’s in love with you, your filthy mouth, all your scars, and your temper?”
“Aye.” I fold my arms. “She calms me. I said I’d never marry. But here I am, happily married to a woman I love.”
“I worry more that you’ll stay alive. Love is a bonus.” He sits down. “Your mother isn’t doing well. She wants to live out her final days home. In Ireland.”
My heart jumps. “It’sthatbad?”
“Aye.” He breaks down.
I try to comfort him, but the tough guy waves me off. “Did you tell Kieran?”
“Not yet.” He rubs his knuckles. “She’s holding on to hug your brother’s wee ones.” He eyes me with a grin. “Riordan and you will have to bring yours over there.”
I barely catch the reference to myself. “Mywee one?”
He scoffs and takes out two cigars from a humidor behind him. “I have eight kids. You think I don’t know when a woman is pregnant?”
I take the cigar and lower into the chair in front of him. Fuck… I got Katya pregnant. “We haven’t been using protection. And I, um…” I wouldn’t have hesitated to show off my virility to my father when talking about sex with someone else, but my wife deserves respect.
“Fucking like an O’Rourke and making kids.” He just smiles, and his eyes soften at me. “We needed to get those words out, didn’t we?”
“Aye.” I nod and chew on the end of the cigar. “I’m guessing if I didn’t marry Katya, I never would have had a reason to.”
“I like her even more now.”
“Even though she’s Bratva?”
“Half.” He holds a lighter up to me. “Alexei is no different from me. Just toils with a different kind of poison.” He takes a few puffs and then waltzes to his safe. From inside, he takes out a large white envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
I do, and I have to sit when I realize what I’m looking at.
Katya doesn’t believe she’s a Russian princess, but according to these papers, she’s a French one.
“The lineage looks a little muddy, but through her grandfather, she’s royalty, isn’t she?” I glance up at Da, who nods. “How long have you know this?” I slap the papers down in my lap.
“Since she showed up here as a twelve-year-old. It’s my job to know everything about the enemy.”
“And when were you going to tell me?”
“When you told me you were in love, and the marriage was real.”
Anger bubbles in my veins at what else he knows. “Where’s her mother?”
Da turns grim and shakes his head. “Alexei had her killed.”
This information shouldn’t bother me. I kill so many people. Just when I try to have a modicum of respect for Alexei simply for being Katya’s father, the man who took her in, and didn’t turn her away, I find out he killed her fucking mother.
