Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“Of course.”
The brief flicker of disappointment annoyed the hell out of me, so I shoved it down.
My brothers, Seamus and Timothy all took their seats and we toasted with a bottle of Kilkenny.
A quick scan of the fridge showed it stocked to the brim with Irish beer, and the bar also had Irish whiskey.
Callahan fumbled with a sound panel and soon a loud beat shook the limo.
“Get out of your coat, Balor. You drive me nuts looking like a fucking Burberry ad.”
Balor gave Aran a mildly exasperated look, like the silverback who tolerated his offspring’s annoying antics. He got out of his coat and folded it beside him on the seat.
The limousine started moving and after a few more beers and whiskeys, even Balor relaxed slightly. Caden had opened the sunroof and was screaming obscenities at whoever we passed by. “I see our first stop!” he shouted, and soon after we parked. I wondered if I had been like this at twenty-two. I couldn’t remember.
“Open the door,” Caden said as he poked his head back into the vehicle.
Callahan opened the door and made a welcoming gesture to a woman with long brown hair and tanned skin. “Come in!” The woman wearing a nurse costume climbed inside. She slid over to me and began to dance, with her tits half pressed into my face. Fifteen minutes later, she was naked, except for her nurse cap, and was bouncing her naked ass up and down Caden’s lap as he impaled her with his dick.
“She could still be yours,” he said with a grin.
I waved him off. “Enjoy.” I never liked the idea of sex for money, which was ironic considering the way Aislinn had found her way into my claws.
“This is as tasteless as I expected a stag party in New York to be,” Balor said, trying not to look at the porn show. Callahan turned the music up to drown out the stripper’s moans. The way she fluttered her lashes at Caden, I wasn’t even sure if her moans were fake. His charm always drew the girls in.
I shrugged and took another gulp from my beer. “We’ve had a good few tasteless parties in the old days, Balor, even if you’re acting like an old man now.”
The limousine came to another stop and when Callahan opened the door, two more girls squeezed inside with bottles of gin and tonic. Lime slices hung from thin strings around their waist and chest.
I don’t know when we returned to the warehouse, but when I came to my senses, we were all sprawled out on the seats in the limousine. Snores filled the car, and it stank of spilled alcohol. I was shirtless but still had my pants on, unlike Caden, who was stark naked. The stripper had written down her private number on his forearm. I shook my head. Caden opened his eyes in that moment and followed my gaze to his forearm. “That could have been you if you had been a bit more approachable.”
“I’m about to marry. I don’t need her number.”
“If you change your mind, let me know. I won’t call her back anyway.”
Of course, he wouldn’t. But I had no interest in other women. I wanted Aislinn and soon I’d have her.
Balor was sitting at my desk, sipping from a mug, when I came into the warehouse. “Your coffee is shit.”
I poured myself a cup before I sank down on the uncomfortable chair in front of the desk since my older brother made no move to vacate my desk chair. “It’s meant to drive guests away.”
“It’s succeeding,” Balor said in his usual no-nonsense tone. He’d always been like that. Even as a boy he’d been the voice of reason amongst us. He glanced at his watch. “I should return to my hotel room. I have a Zoom meeting with one of our morphine connections.”
I shook my head. “You’re bringing work to my wedding.”
“You’re not marrying today.”
I put my boot-clad feet up on the desk. Balor’s face pinched with disapproval, but he didn’t comment. In the beginning, he’d always played boss when he came to the States until I’d told him to fuck off because this was my goddamn territory. I knew he’d been acting on Dad’s behalf. I had to prove my worth before they trusted me to represent our clan on this side of the pond.
“I have been thinking about this marriage,” Balor said.
I took a sip of my coffee, waiting for him to say what it was he had to say.
“I don’t see why you’d marry the Killeen girl, except to aggravate our father.”
“Why would my decision to finally marry aggravate him? She’s Irish, so his worst nightmare of me marrying an American isn’t coming true.” Dad liked the money that could be made in the States, but he wanted only Irish blood in our family. It was why Balor had given up his first and only love over a decade ago. It was why my oldest brother still wasn’t married and why my father had been bugging me to seal the deal so at least one of us could carry on the Devaney line.