Page 122 of Mob Saint

Finn laughs but keeps his voice down. “Anastasia Kutsenko scares the shite out of Salvatore Mancinelli. No one knows exactly what she did to defend herself when a rival bratva kidnapped her, but it was violent to a degree most of us won’t go to. She had to do it because his nephews caused her kidnapping. He keeps a healthy distance from her. You are Enrique’s Ana. He’s going to stay at least ten arm’s lengths from you.”

Dillan shakes his head but is still grinning. “I thought my wife reminded me a lot of my sister because she doesn’t back down for shite and neither did Colleen. But God help us all. You’ll be the new ringleader, just like Colleen was. She got us in trouble with a pretty smile on her face. When Seamus and Cormac somehow always got away with whatever the rest of us didn’t, Colleen doled out her own kind of justice to make sure they were punished, just like we were. Seamus won’t get away with shite. About time.”

Seamus holds up the phone to block my dad from seeing his other hand. We all know he’s flicking his cousins off. He looks back at the phone.

“Enrique, make no mistake. I’ve neither forgiven nor forgotten. Stay away from the O’Rourke women, or I’ll tell Laura.”

“Who?” I lean past my dad to ask Cormac.

“Laura Kutsenko grew up next door to Pablo. They used to be super close, and she used to think of him like an uncle. She won’t speak to him after some stuff that’s happened. She doesn’t care about anything going on that isn’t bratva, but she doesn’t tolerate any woman being the Diazes’ target. She’s made it very clear she will be Enrique’s judge, jury, and likely executioner. She’ll find out about this, eventually. He’ll have to face her, and that’s a punishment of its own.”

“I think I’ll like Laura.” Even if we can never be friends.

Seamus hangs up the call and looks around. I’m certain he still needs to talk to his family, but the men stand before I can. They’re quick to say bye, and my dad leans over to hug me. Before I know it, I’m alone with Seamus.

“Are you angry I butted in? Did I sound completely crazy?”

He says nothing, but he leans back as he takes my hand. He covers his dick with it, and he’s as hard as he was just before he fucked me against the very sofa we’re sitting on.

“I’m beginning to think you being hard has nothing to do with me, and everything with you just breathing.”

“Oh, it’s all because of you. You just breathing is enough to turn me on. I love you fierce. Come here and let me show you.”

He taps his lap, and I straddle him. He stands, and I clutch his shoulders. He’d never let me go, but it always feels like it for a moment. He carries me into the bedroom and straight to the bed.

“I’m going to make love to you, cailín. I’m going to take my time and worship all of you. You’re strong, resilient, confident even when you don’t think you are, brave, and caring. When we’re done—and that may not be for a month or two—I’m taking you to the jeweler to pick out your engagement ring.”

“Are you proposing to me?”

“Not yet. I need the ring first.”

His grin is so boyish and cute. He might have a baby face, and he might have been shy when we met, but he’s all man as he makes love to me.

Saint or sinner—I don’t know. But Seamus O’Rourke is the greatest blessing I’ve ever had.

Epilogue

Seamus

I’m glad Tiera and I decided on this vacation. We needed it individually, and it’s been good for us as a couple. She’s always wanted to come to the Azores, so I gassed up the jet and off we flew to the secluded—they are in the middle of the Atlantic, after all—islands to hike and lay out on the beach. I glance over at her and reach out my hand to rest it on her thigh before I close my eyes.

We have a private bungalow that opens out to the beach we’re on. We have a pool too. So far, we’ve had sex in the pool, on the beach—not to be repeated because it leaves your arse itching for hours—and in the ocean. I haven’t convinced her to swim naked in the pool, but I got her to toss her bathing suit far enough onto the beach not to wash away.

I can’t blame her for the pool part since my brother and cousins are here, too. She actually asked if Cormac and Shane could come. She felt badly about the married guys, but the wives assured her they expected their husbands to go. She’s more relaxed than she would be if we hadn’t brought my family along as security.

I sat next to her on the sofa while she picked out bathing suits online. I begged her to get a particular bikini that’s pretty much dental floss. I used my fingers, my tongue, my dick. Anything I could think of to convince her. She relented after the fourth orgasm. I haven’t pressed her to wear it since we’ve gotten here. She’s more comfortable in a one piece, so that’s what she wears most of the time. But we’ve slipped out to the beach just after dusk three times, and she’s worn it then.

The first time, I came humiliatingly fast. Like so fast, I just looked down in shock and betrayal at my cock. She wrapped her hand around it as we stood on the sand after I watched her walk ahead of me—that was not an accident. She didn’t even stroke me once, and I was done. The second time, I at least fingered her first and got her off because the moment I was inside her, I came. The third time, we didn’t even make it out of the bedroom before I had her bent over the bed, fucking her arse.

That reminded us of the first time we were together. She brought that dress with her, and she wore it out to dinner the first night here. Unfortunately for the dress, Tiera needs to find a seamstress to mend it. I got a little excited when we got back from dinner and might have ripped a few seams open. I wince thinking about that since she said she loved that dress.

“Daddy, are you thinking about us having sex?”

I open my eyes and shield them against the sun. “Why do you ask?”

She points to where it’s obvious I have been. But that tends to happen whenever I think about my girlfriend. I squeeze her thigh and tug it toward me as we recline on side-by-side loungers. I roll onto my side, and I know she’s trying not to stare at the scar on my thigh. It still bothers her, but she never says anything. As much as she hates me thinking I’m a failure for what happened that day, I hate her thinking she caused it.

I push up onto my elbow and lean across her and give her a searing kiss. Her hands roam over my back and shoulders until I want to slip inside her. My relatives nearby be damned.

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