Da would be sniffing around Aidan first and me next, but I didn’t want what Eoghan had.
An arranged marriage to some Italian bitch whose virginity was being sold at St. Patrick’s altar in the name of peace with theFamiglia,wasn’t a sacrifice I was willing to make for the Points.
I wanted to pick my woman.
And I didn’t want her to be pure.
Purity might be Eoghan’s kink, but it sure as fuck wasn’t mine.
I didn’t want an angel in my bed.
I wanted filthy sex.
I wanted it every fucking day and every fucking night, and I needed a woman who could keep up. I knew about her past, and that Camille had been passed around by an MC might not be something my da would appreciate, but it meant she’d understand the needs of a man like me. Something that kiss confirmed, enough to make my dick twitch again at the mere memory of it.
When the time came and she was pregnant and I visited a mistress, I knew she’d get it too. She was born into the life. She’d do her duty, just like I’d do mine. But as self-sacrificing as I was, dedicating myself to fucking a woman until she had a bun in the oven wasn’t going to happen unless she’d take it any which way I wanted to give it to her… I had a feeling she was on board for that too.
The thought had me pursing my lips as Forrest yelled in my ear, “This is fucking pointless. I need you in Linwood, okay?”
My brow puckered as I said, “Why?”
“If you’d been listening, you’d know.”
I grunted, because he wasn’t wrong. “I’ll be there before night falls.”
“You’d better be. We got shit to do.”
I cut the call before he could bitch at me some more, then turned to Camille and said, “After this is arranged, I want a full blood work—”
Her lips twisted and she tugged at the boxy leather satchel she had swinging off her shoulder. The clasp unlatched and she dug through the meager contents until she found a piece of paper.
“Here.”
I stared down at it, saw she had a clean bill of health and asked, “How long have you been preparing for this?”
Unease had her features creasing. “I-I... the moment I got back to the city, I initiated the test.”
“Why?” I scowled at her. “Did you fuck a guy with an STD?”
Her cheeks blossomed with heat and I realized I’d spoken a little too loudly. The office had been relatively quiet, no noise except from the women working the counter who muttered the same boring shit over and over again, but at my words, silence fell over the small room.
I shot everyone a glare, un-fucking-caring if I pissed anyone off or was being rude.
I was an O’Donnelly.
We ruled this city.
I just didn’t appreciate the notion of being ruled by a fucking Bratva kid.
Like she read my mind, she simply stated, "No, but I wanted to make sure I was healthy. The second Father made murmurs about the arranged marriage, I sought solace in Mama’s diaries… When I read about you, I knew I wouldn't have much time. Then, last night, the situation deteriorated.” She tipped her chin up. "My stepmother says I take up too much space and I should have a household of my own."
Distaste had my lip curling. "Slutty Svetlana... Spread her legs for more sailors than an airport carrier can hold.”
She pulled a face. "What on earth he married her for, I'll never know. Mistress, yes, but wife?" She shuddered, her distaste for the woman evident. Her mention of mistresses pleased me though. As I thought, she knew how this world worked. "But even though she put my freedom on a countdown timer, it was only a matter of time. I've been trying to figure out how to get in touch with you without raising any red flags."
"The luck of the Irish blessed you today then, didn't it?" I said dryly.
"Yes."