Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Two million. Do you think I’m stupid? The McDougal clan is worth billions, and you are set to inherit it all. I don’t want a measly two million. Shit, I ran through the twenty million your parents left you within five years. Thank God O’Brien was willing to pay me to keep you away from here.
“I don’t want the two million, sweetheart. I want it all. Every single dime. Your boyfriend is loaded. You won’t miss a dime,” he scoffs.
I reach for my gun. Twenty million dollars? My parents left us twenty million dollars, and we were forced to live like shit.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I stiffen at the sound of the voice that comes from behind me.
Devin. I should have made sure he could never walk again. I’ll make certain to fix that this time.
Dean
Ronan pulls up to the Fighting Irish right as a Porsche comes flying into the lot. I wouldn’t find that strange if three undercover police cruisers didn’t arrive just moments behind it. Dylan jumps out of the Porsche and storms into the building, ignoring the cars that are chasing him.
I would know his big, tall, blond ass anywhere. That BDE walk he and his brothers have radiates off him in this moment. My scalp begins to tingle. I don’t get the feeling these guys are friendly.
Especially when they don’t get out of the cars to follow him inside. Something stinks. From what Ronan told me on the way here, Dylan is in don’t give a fuck mode. This can’t be good.
“Ronan, baby. Get out of the car and head inside to help. I’ve got this.”
“Ach, what are ya thinking? I don’t like the look on yer face.”
“I’m going to buy Dylan some time.”
Ronan reaches for the back of my neck and kisses me hard. I can feel his possessiveness in the kiss. He shouldn’t worry so much. I’ve got this.
“I’ll be fine. No record, remember?”
“Aye, but that’s my point. There’s no trace of ya. This will place ya in the database.”
I shrug. “It’s for my family. We all sacrifice at some point.”
I wink at him as he groans then rushes out of the vehicle. From this angle, we can see the cop cars, but I don’t think they can see us. Ronan moves swiftly to head inside through the back entrance.
I chew on my lip. With the renovations, the back of the building is a challenge to go in through, but it’s the best option right now. It would take too long at this point to go around to the side entrance and these assholes are sitting out front. I climb across the console into the driver’s seat.
Placing on my seat belt, I then put the SUV in gear and fly around the corner to ram right into one of the cruisers. The other two turn on their lights, but not the sirens. I grin and sit waiting for them to come to me. When I see who the officers are, I roll my eyes.
These assholes have a death wish for sure. LaSalle has already had a conversation with me about them. Their photos are on my desk.
“Good evening, Officers,” I purr as I roll down my windows. “I’m so sorry about that. A spider startled me, and I lost control. My husband is going to be so angry with me. So much for game night with the family.”
“Can you please step out of the vehicle?”
CHAPTER 41
Our Heart
Dylan
“And just where the fuck do ya think I’ll be while ya take her money and hold her brother hostage?” I say as I step into the old back room, where the money counting happened.
My voice booms and echoes in the space with its vaulted ceilings and stripped walls. The guy who just took Ciara’s gun spins and aims it at me. I don’t miss how fast he moves out of Ciara’s reach to make sure she’s not at his back and he has the gun trained on us both.
“Who the fuck are you?” The guy I’m assuming from the pictures I’ve seen is Sean Young, bites out.
“I’m none of yer fucking business. Ya should have stayed in Seattle, where I’ve been allowing ya to breathe.”
“Allowing me to … You’re not allowing anyone to do shit. Who is this fucking asshole?”
“That’s the prick she’s going to marry. Devin, bring her over here. I’ll let her say goodbye to Ciarán before we leave. One of you check him for guns. Can’t have him trying to play the hero.”
“You really think I need a gun for any of ye? Yer as good as dead, I can promise ya that and I never break a promise.”
“Dad, you fucking moron. Let Ciarán go and stop this foolishness.”
“What are you even doing here? Go back home and mind your business,” Theo Young growls.