Page 100 of Forced Vows

My dick does not care.

Róise gasps. "What…how…where did you get all these?"

She's found the album for her family.

Her Shaughnessy family. I don't think she'll miss not having any pictures of the Lions on there. Not after the way her grandfather acted at her birthday party.

"Your uncle gave Allessio and Zoey access to all the family photo albums, both physical and digital." There are pictures of her parents when they were children and later, after they married.

I created a separate album for their wedding and for all the pictures that have Róise with them. She's scrolling through those now, touching the screen off and on as if she can touch them through it.

"I didn't know if you'd want those to pop up every time you opened the album."

"You did this for me?" There's a catch in her voice and she swipes at the corner of one eye.

"Yes. Are they enough to make changing phones worth the hassle?" It sounds like I'm teasing, but that was the whole point of putting all that on the phone for her.

To make keeping it irresistible.

"You took all the hassle away." She stiffens and her eyes narrow. "This is a lot. Why is it so important to you I keep this phone?"

"For a starter, you can't block my number on it." Which is more important than it should be.

"Uh huh. I could have guessed that one. What else?"

"It tracks your location and dead zones are virtually nonexistent. A jammer can still affect it, but it's equipped to send out a distress signal via a secondary radio frequency if you trigger it."

"You're really worried about your family getting kidnapped, huh?" She goes back to scrolling on the phone, but she's thinking about it. "There are posts from your brother on here."

"You can't see anything he doesn't want you to." Why tell her that?

She lets out a breath and looks relieved. "That feels real. All this I trust you even though our families were enemies like a minute ago doesn't."

"I didn't say I trust you." I don't address the enemies comment.

I've already told her that the Shaughnessy and Genovese were never enemies. But neither were we friends. Rivals? Yes, that. But not enemies.

"No, you said you'd take steps to build trust and this is one of them."

"You keeping it is another."

She nods. "I get that."

"Open the home screen."

"Getting used to your bossiness is going to be as hard as trusting you."

"You like when I order you around."

"During sex. Yeah." Her lips twist with disgruntlement. "Not so much the rest of the time."

"It's a start." The way she trusts me during sex?

Is also a fucking turn on.

I point to an icon on the home screen. "That turns your phone into a listening device."

"Are you trying to pretend you won't have people listening in all of the time?" she asks with surprising insouciance.

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