Nolan Read online Jane Henry (Dangerous Doms #3)

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Dangerous Doms Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79232 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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They aren’t the only ones, mind. The O’Gregors and Martins make up a good deal as well. But it’s the McCarthys I’m after.

They’re the ones I’ve set my eyes on. They’re the ones who deserve my hatred and vengeance. And I won’t rest until they’ve paid for what they’ve done.

I get to my car and slam the locks. I yank down the visor and flick the lighted mirror on. I fix my makeup and hair. I keep styling products and a makeup bag in my glove compartment, a change of clothes, and several wigs in the back. I’ve got everything I need, even a fake I.D. and passport. Tonight, I’ll change when I get to the club.

Ever since I was attacked at The Craic, the owners and bouncers take good care of me. Probably helps they know who I am.

They all should know who I am.

I’m Sheena Hurston, and I take no prisoners.

Chapter 3

Nolan

We show up at the club at half past eight, and it’s already teeming with people. Something about free food brings people out of the woodworks. Within two minutes of entering, Boner’s got a plate of tacos, Tully’s dipping chips in guac, and Lachlan’s got a margarita in each hand.

Ah, to hell with it. I grab a sombrero from the bartender, fill a plate with mini tacos, and toss back a virgin margarita. Not bad.

“Filled your belly?” Lachlan asks. His eyes are already glossy, as if he hasn’t eaten food all day and just made a meal out of margaritas.

“Aye. You ready?”

He nabs one more margarita, then jerks his head to the back.

“Brother, there’s a girl up there who’s had her eyes on you since you walked in.”

“Yeah?”

“Ten o’clock.”

I scan the room until I see her. Her jet black hair hangs down her back with waves that beg to be pulled, just grazing the top of a perfect, pert ass. She’s got full red lips and exotic dark eyes done up with some sort of fucking magic. When she catches my eye, she grins at me, beckons one finger, then heads to the back.

I’m not here for a one-night stand. I’ve got a job to do. I’m supposed to find Sheena. I’m supposed to get answers. And I’m the one that does the beckoning.

“Should see what she wants,” he says, grinning at me.

“Fuck off. I’ve got a job to do.”

“But you have to fit in, don’t you?” he asks. He sips his drink, then jerks his head to the back. “Got to have a woman on your arm, or you’ll stand out.”

“The boy has a point,” Boner says, his arm already around the waist of a pretty blonde.

“Right atop his head,” I say, right before I duck Lachlan’s left hook.

We head to the back, the part of the club where the action is. The bar is almost a front, though not quite. At the back, we gain access to the hidden part of The Craic, where the real fun begins.

This is no tame club, but one of Ireland’s most exclusive sex clubs, no vanilla allowed. Hell, I’ve missed this.

I miss the way it feels to have a woman under my control. To dominate and master. I miss inflicting pain mixed with pleasure. I miss the pleas and the screams when I grant an orgasm she begged for.

It’s teeming with people here, but I don’t have to look far to see the black-haired seductress from across the room. She’s perched on a stool, her drink in hand. She takes a toothpick with a cherry on it out of the glass, captures it between her lips, and with her eyes locked on mine, licks it.

The low pull of seduction curls in my belly. It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman at the club. I don’t quite know why.

And this woman knows exactly what she’s doing.

We had an incident last year involving Cormac’s Aileen and fucking Sheena, the reporter. They were set up by rival mafia, attacked. We got to them just in time. Even though Sheena and I had a history, I was the one that wrapped her in a blanket, took her to the hospital wing of our estate, and made sure she was okay before we let her go. It was the right thing to do.

But I’m under no delusion. We aren’t friends. There’s no love lost between us. I did what any goddamn guy would do in that situation. Hell, she probably hates me, and she’d have reason to.

“Any word on the reporter?” I ask the boys.

Boner’s locking lips with the blonde, but he shakes his head no.

Lachlan snorts. “Did a thorough sweep. She isn’t here tonight.”

All the more reason to pursue the black-haired beauty. If Sheena isn’t here, I’ll have to move on to plan B to find her. And that means I’ve got the rest of the night ahead of me.


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