“For what?” I wink.
“For proving me wrong.”
“Did I?”
“Of course.” He twirls me out, then tugs me back to his chest in time to the music. “I thought marriage was only business and love was for fools.”
“Ahh. The classic, age-old bachelor’s tale, then. So you’re thanking me for not leaving you a bachelor?”
“I’m thanking you for making me the happiest man alive.”
We dance, encircled in one another’s arms. Two families, united. Two hearts, entwined. One future, together.
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THE BRATVA’S HEIR
A stand-alone novel in the “UnderworldKings”series
Chapter 1 - Constantine
I’ve been locked in solitary confinement for three weeks now.
The guards don’t call it “solitary confinement” anymore—now it’s “restricted housing,” which is supposed to sound more humane. I’m still trapped in my cell twenty-three hours of the day, barred from phone calls or visits, so maybe they should call it “slow death by boredom” instead.
I got chucked in here after the Irish tried to cut out my liver in the courtyard. That’s where most fights happen. This wasn’t intended to be a fight, but an assassination. Three of those whiskey-drinking bastards cornered me with makeshift shanks—razor blades melted into toothbrush handles—and I didn’t need the commentary to know what was happening.
“This is for Roxy,” one of them said.
“No shit,” I replied.
Then I caught his wrist and head-butted him right in the nose.
They got in some good cuts. Slashed me down the shoulder and the back. Stabbed me in the thigh, even.
As far as I can tell, they got a broken nose, a dislocated shoulder, and a knee that ain’t never gonna be the same in return.
I’ve been my father’s main enforcer since I was fifteen years old. I know how to take a man down so he doesn’t get up again.
It’s the one thing I’m good at: violence.