Couldn’tput a name to.
A shaky sigh escaped me as I watched him leave, and call me a fool, but I didn’t go against his wishes. Like a good girl, I undressed and slipped into bed.
I didn’t sleep though. I wasn’t nine years old.
Instead, I stared up at the ceiling, uninterested even in checking out my phone. The day’s events were more than entertaining as I thought back to everything that had happened. From the way he’d taken me against the window, to the elevator, my still-sticky thighs and the slight ache were enough to make my cheeks burn, to how we’d been treated like royalty at the sushi restaurant, and then to his parents’ reactions to our marriage...
Mostly, I was astonished by the attitude of the staff at Akemi’s restaurant. Whenever my father dined out, people were scared of him. They didn’t treat him with deference, but with fear. The O’Donnellys clearly inspired a different kind of response, one that was just as powerful but meant we really had been waited on as if we were the underworld Jackie-O and JFK.
That butted heads with what I’d gleaned from meeting Aidan Sr. for the first time today. He was a fearful man, after all. Terrifying if the hell promised in his eyes was anything to go by...
Uneasy, I turned on my side. The O’Donnellys weren’t Bratva, but that didn’t mean they weren’t still mobsters. A thought that was confirmed when noises started bleeding from the lower level to this one. Pain-filled, scared, violent... hearing them prompted me to close my eyes.
Whoever was in his office... I was glad I wasn’t them, and it made me vow never to turn my back on the O’Donnellys. Not just in action, but in deed.