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“Please,” I whisper against his chest, loving how his massive arms come around and hold me.
“Aye,” he rasps. “I want you to look at it in a week, though, Darcy.”
“I will do that.” She nods with a smile.
Griffin and Darcy leave with the rain thrashing against the windows at the front of the house. I glance at Lachlan holding me in a decorative mirror near the door. He’s so much bigger than me. I can disappear inside him, lost, and wrapped in his arms. The reflection staring back at me paints a different picture. I feel like we’re the same. He’s elevated me, made me feel important.
Our…
I am an O’Rourke.
And no matter what, I want to stay one.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lachlan
Twoweeksmyarse.
I adore Katya for caring about me, for risking my wrath to make sure I heal properly. The problem being so damn big, not many people can lift me if I’m hurt. Another reason I’m conditioned to stay sharp and on my toes. One eejit with a lucky swing nearly took me down.
But word will get out that I’m hurt and sidelined. That puts my family at risk.
As if my thoughts are on the fucking family Wi-Fi plan, I get a text from the underboss:
Riordan: Heard about your arm. Priscilla and Connor got you covered. I’ve also been recruiting some fierce talent from Dunbar. Raw, hungry motherfuckers who hate all things Russian.
I squeeze the phone to the point I could break it hearing Dunbar. Pain radiates down my arm, and I drop the cell on the floor.
Katya picks it up. “Let’s get you into bed.”
I push myself by holding her with both arms, ignoring the throbbing stabbed one. “I can’t take two weeks off.”
We play chicken—her watching my eyes as I squeeze her arms. It’s a race who will tap out first. In the end, I give in.
“Wasn’t Riordan in a coma for a month?” She waves her hands. “Did the O’Rourke empire collapse without the underboss?”
“That was different.” I won’t denigrate my brother’s importance compared to mine with further details. “And it was three weeks.”
“Darcy agreed to check on you in a week. If you want, I’ll call her back in five days.”
I lift my left arm and stroke her hair. “Negotiating with me?”
“How do you think I survived in the Bratva?”
I think about that, and consider how people underestimated her. “Five days.”
“Consider what we can do for five days?” She pulls me down for a kiss.
I roar with laughter. “Care to make good on that, little wife?”
“Care to stop me?” She shakes off a very thin, see-through nightgown and sinks to her knees.
Feeling feisty and wanting to test my wife, I step back and grip the outline of my hard cock. “If you want my cock in your mouth, baby,crawlfor it.”
Licking her lips and looking sexy-as-fuck naked, she sinks to the plush carpet. Like a panther on all fours, she crawls to me, her back arched in a cat pose. My kitty kat.
If there was a time to take the Lord’s name in vain…
