Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
After four years of school, work, and raising her four younger siblings, she can handle pretty much anything.
She’s even managed to carve out time for her boyfriend, Richie, and now that she’s graduated from high school, Aoife figures that things will only get easier.
Except, Richie’s making long term plans that Aoife doesn’t believe will ever be possible for her, their mom keeps disappearing, and the kids are growing out of all of their clothes.
When some neighbors call the police because her youngest brother can’t stay off the roof, it’s up to Aoife to convince her mom to play the doting parent. She’s sure that if they can convince the outside world that everything is fine, she’ll be able to keep all of her siblings safe with her.
She’ll do anything to keep them together.
Even if it costs her everything.
Come meet the Kelly family before Cian “Wanker” Kelly found his way to the Aces MC… you may even recognize a few old friends.
This novella includes a strong heroine, an emotionally available hero, four annoying younger siblings, a getaway car, and plenty of spice
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CHAPTER 1
Aoife
My life has been defined by two things,
the love I have for my siblings and my ability to survive.
“Don’t stop,” I mumbled, gripping the edge of my desk. I tipped my ass up further, groaning, and dropped my forehead against the wood as I came. A chuckle came from behind me as I gasped for air, and a few moments later, I felt a kiss between my shoulder blades and a light breeze against me as we separated.
Downstairs the house filled with noise as the front door was thrown open and slammed shut again.
“Shit,” I grumbled, straightening.
I twisted and reached for the jeans I’d dropped on the floor. Kicking my underwear toward the dirty clothes pile in the corner, I hopped sideways, pulling the pants up my legs without them. My shirt and bra had been tossed onto my nightstand and as soon as I found them, I yanked them both over my head, barely pulling them into place before I was gently tackled onto the bed.
“You think they know we’re here?” Richie murmured, grinning against my lips. Bracing an arm beside me, he rolled us so his back was to the door, and I was partially hidden.
“It’s cute that you think they’d assume we weren’t,” I replied dryly, still a little breathless as I adjusted my shirt. I looked him over. “You’re getting better at throwing your clothes back on.”
“They do seem to have a strange type of homing beacon when it comes to you.” He grinned, completely unbothered by the noise coming from downstairs. “I’ve had some practice getting my clothes back on in a hurry. Once I realized any shirts with buttons were a terrible idea, I think we turned a corner.”
I laughed. “Are you going to that party tonight?” I asked, reaching over the edge of the bed as I heard feet pounding up the stairs.
“Without you?” Richie scoffed. “No.”
“You could go.”
“It isn’t any fun without you there,” he replied easily, leaning his head on his hand.
Jesus, he was beautiful. Between the Italian genetics from his dad’s side and the Indian ones from his mom’s, my boyfriend was almost startlingly attractive. Sometimes, when I looked at him, I couldn’t believe that someone in real life actually looked like that. The weirdest thing about him, though, especially since he looked the way he did? He was kind. Genuinely. It was baffling. I’d spent my entire sophomore year of high school wondering how in the hell I’d caught the eye of the nicest guy in school, but after almost three years together, I didn’t question it anymore. Somehow, Richie Lewis and I fit.
“Bed check!” my younger brother Cian yelled as he threw open my door. “Show me your hands, Dick, or I may have to rip them off.”
Tightening my hand around the shoe I’d snatched off the floor in preparation for that exact moment, I chucked it. Cian didn’t even see it coming before it hit his chest.
He let out a hilarious grunt of surprise.
“Fuck off, Cian,” I sang, shooing him away with my hand.
“Can’t,” Cian said, leaning casually against my doorframe.
Richie’s body shook with silent laughter, and I jabbed him in the side with my thumb. While I loved that Richie got along with my siblings and never got annoyed when they interrupted us a thousand times a day, I would’ve appreciated a little help from his end.
“What?” I said through my teeth when Cian didn’t elaborate.
“Some little bitch called Aisling a jack-o’-lantern at school today—”
I dropped my head back onto the bed. “She was wearing that bright-ass shirt today, wasn’t she?”
“The orange one?” Cian replied. “Correct. That, along with the—” He gestured toward his perfectly straight teeth and shrugged.
“Fuck,” I muttered, rolling uncoordinatedly off the side of the bed.
“I tried to tell her that she’s just gotta wait a fuckin’ minute, and she’ll have perfect teeth like the rest of us,” he said, looking past me to grin at Richie, who’d had braces when we first started dating. “Good genes, you know?”
“Oh, shut up,” I muttered, pushing past him. “You looked ten times worse before your canines grew back in.”
“I did not,” he argued.
As I hurried down the stairs, I could hear him and Richie scuffling in the hallway. I rolled my eyes. Richie was always up for roughhousing with my brothers. He had two older brothers who didn’t live at home anymore, so maybe he missed the comradery. I thought he probably liked being the oldest for once and able to actually win the little wrestling matches. Though, that was probably coming to an end. Cian had sprouted up so tall over the past year that he had to wear shorts to school every day. He acted like it was part of his style, but I knew his jeans were all just too short. I needed to remind him to hand down the less-trashed pairs to our little brother Ronan.