Page 1 of Vengeful Vows

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DECLAN

Sometimes, I get tired of the violence, but it’s a means to an end. I’m ready for this war to start. Today. So, I did what I had to do. Crossed a line I never had before.

Usually, I enjoy the sight of a woman tied up and begging me for mercy. Especially when I’m balls deep inside her.

But I can’t say I mind it now either as I stare into the heated eyes of the daughter of my family’s sworn enemy.

I look down into the wide, beautiful eyes of Bree Murphy. She looks like her lowlife father, but in the best possible way. She won the genetic lottery with her small, upturned features, wide, bright eyes, and her pouty, heart-shaped mouth. But the thing that’s confusing me is what’s in those hazel eyes.

Fear, of course. She’s terrified, and she should be. I’ve taken her from her home, kidnapped her, tied her to a chair in my father’s panic room. But it’s not just fear in her eyes. There’s something more. Something... defiant.

I have to admit, it intrigues me.

I can’t deny that Bree, squirming in her seat, the leather restraints digging into her wrists and ankles marking her alabaster skin, turns me on. Her cheeks are flushed, a slight sheen to her skin as she tries to pull herself free. Add to the fact that she’s wearing a silk cami and shorts that show off her long legs and full tits, I’m practically a goner.

Too bad she’s a dirty Murphy.

And I can only blame myself for my growing erection and choosing to kidnap her in the middle of the night.

At least she doesn’t sleep naked…

I clear my throat and look at my brother, trying to ignore the sensation of blood rushing to my cock.

“What now?” I demand, perching against the mahogany desk that takes up most of my father’s office, crossing one ankle over the other.

My brother Gray simply rolls his eyes, lounging on the leather sofa in the corner of the room, sipping a glass of whiskey.

“Slice off a finger and send it to Niall?”

Gray chuckles, taking a swig of the amber liquid.

“This isn’t some seventies gangsta movie shit,” my father snaps from behind me where he sits at the desk, going through some documents.

“I thought you’d be a little more pleased with my efforts, Da.” My eyes flick back to Bree, whose hazel eyes stay locked on mine—filled with loathing, and that something extra that is driving me crazy.

“What do you think, Bree?” I tilt my head to the side, letting a smirk tug at my lips.

Her eyes flash, but she stays silent.

“Maybe we cut out your tongue instead since you apparently don’t use it much? Though maybe I keep that for myself.” I chuckle.

She flushes a beautiful shade of pink, but if looks could kill, I’d be long buried by now.

“Simmer down, Declan. I’ve taught you better than that. She’s the daughter of an enemy, not our enemy himself. We treat women with the utmost respect.”

He is right. Even considering our line of “business,” there are lines we don’t cross, and mistreating women is one of them. Which is why she doesn’t have a single mark on her.

But I’m so ready for this war to start already, and taking her was the only way to make that happen.

I’m looking down at Bree.

Damn. Her skin looks like silk. I bet it’s soft too.

Doesn’t matter.

“She has his blood. Works with him. That makes her an enemy too.”

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