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Women will be safer.
And we can get back to running the city our way without watching our backs for Kavanagh and his crew.
‘I’m marrying a woman I met and fell in love with,’ I remind my brother. ‘And if anyone asks, it just so happened to be love at first sight.’
‘You’re one crazy cunt, you know that?’ Ciaran shakes his head and sniggers. ‘So, did you fuck her yet? Man, those tits.’ He bangs his palm off the steering wheel.
My head whips around, and I glare at my younger brother. ‘Do you have a fucking death wish? That’s my wife you’re talking about.’
‘She’s not your wife yet,’ he reminds me, with a goading smile. ‘She is absolutely fucking gorgeous though. As far as arranged marriages go, you could have done a lot worse.’
‘Believe me, I know.’ I blow out a breath.
‘Seriously, that body.’ Ciaran exhales a low whistle.
‘Ciaran,’ I growl—even though I agree with every damn word he says.
The sun beats through the windscreen as we pull off the motorway exit for Wicklow. I check the cameras for the hundredth time today. Aoife is by the pool, wearing the bikini. Blood rushes to my cock. I’ve spent a lot of money in my life, but that Lycra is one of my best investments to date.
Her blonde hair is piled up on top of her head, and shestares out over the water. Fuck, she is stunning. But the most attractive thing about her? She has no idea.
‘So, when and where is the big day?’ Ciaran asks, indicating off the motorway.
‘I booked The Shelbourne. 25thJuly.’ I grin.
‘You fucking didn’t.’ Ciaran howls.
‘I fucking did.’
‘Fucking genius.’ He snorts, shaking his head.
‘It’s the most exclusive hotel in the city.’ I shrug, feigning innocence.
‘And Frankie will be in Mexico sussing out those new suppliers.’ Ciaran nods. ‘I heard you on the phone to him yesterday, telling him about your woman. You’ve got it all worked out.’
‘Not quite. I’m trying to keep Mam away from Aoife for as long as possible.’ She might not be our birth mother, but Mama K is our mother in every other sense of the word. Fiercely loyal, protective, loving, but she also has an ability to sniff out bullshit from fifty miles away, which is why she can’t get within a ten-mile radius of Aoife until she’s truly comfortable in my presence.
‘She’ll be on the warpath when she finds out what you’ve done.’ He tuts.
‘Not if she believes that it’s real.’
‘You know how to put on a convincing show, bro?’ He swats my bicep. ‘Make it real. Take her to bed. Fuck her until she screams. Show her whatever kinky fucking shit you’re into.’ My brother knows I frequent Sean Beckett’s sex club. It’s our men who provide the security there. ‘Seriously, though,’ he shakes his head, ‘I know I said it before but those tits.’
‘Ciaran,’ I snarl.
‘It’s inevitable, really. In fact, I give it a week. Get yourfucking fill while you can, Dom, because there’s a good chance Kavanagh will have broken the agreement before you even get home from honeymoon, giving us a legitimate excuse to blow his head off,’ he practically sings.
He hates Rory Kavanagh as much as I do. Maybe even more.
Whatever about fucking with Frankie.
You don’t confront the Kincaids. Not unless you have a death wish.
My phone vibrates in my hand. Miranda, my chef.
I swipe to answer. ‘Miranda.’
‘Mr Kincaid, I’m so sorry, there’s been an accident,’ she sobs. My heart ricochets in my chest; my immediate thought is for Aoife. I checked her mere minutes ago. Did Kavanagh find out where she’s hiding? Did she slip by the pool? Panic pulses through every atom of my body.
