Page 56 of Ruthless Savage

“Yeah, right. Love. What the hell do you know about it?”

More than you realize.

My heart beats faster because it’s her face that I see. Those green eyes glistening, that radiant smile. The ones that are all mine.

It’s then my mind runs to dirtier corners, the night at the club. How nervous she was. The way she tasted on my tongue. How badly I wanted to rip that dress off her body and claim every untouched inch of her.

“Never getting married,” he mutters, dragging me out of my illicit thoughts. “And love is nothing but a weakness.”

A chuckle rolls out of me. “Your father’s gonna want heirs. You’ve got no choice.”

He groans. “I’m hoping once he retires and puts me in charge, he forgets all about it.”

“Have you met your father? He won’t forget shite, and you bloody well know it. So I suggest you start making a list of potential wives, or he may arrange a marriage for you.”

“Don’t joke like that.” I swear that’s the first time I’ve heard fear in this man’s voice.

“I’m serious.”

“Fuck off,” he snaps. “Last thing I wanna do is mess things up even more for Brody. Bringing some random woman into the house when he barely even looks at me won’t help. And I won’t do anything that hurts him.”

I immediately feel for the boy, and Tynan too. Brody is his cousin’s kid, the one who was killed by Raph Marino when he thought the Quinns killed his wife. Tynan stepped up and adopted the eight-year-old child. Tynan and his cousin, Aiden, were close, and it broke everyone’s heart when he died—including his wife’s, who committed suicide, leaving poor Brody without parents.

The trauma caused Brody to stop talking. And no matter what Tynan and the family have tried, nothing has helped.

“Let me know if you find anything on Reynolds we can use.” Tynan changes the subject. “I don’t know what else you can get on him that we don’t already know.”

“There’s always something a man like that is hiding, and I’m gonna be the one to find it.”

As soon as I hang up with him, I dial a number I’ve never had a reason to dial. But Grant Westfield is a friend of Gio and Iseult, the best hacker around, so if there’s anything to find on Mason, he’ll be the one to do it.

Grant’s a filthy billionaire. His company developed the best cellphone currently on the market, and he does some crazy stuff with AI too. I think he’s developing robots or some shite.

His cell rings a few times before I hear his voice.

“Yes?”

“Grant, hey. You don’t know me, but I’m Devlin M?—”

“I know who you are. How can I help you?”

“Need a favor. Not just for the Quinns, but for me personally.”

“Any friend of Iseult’s is a friend of mine. Now, how about you tell me what that favor might be?”

“I need everything you can get on a Mason Reynolds. I’ll send you a photo.”

“Come on, man. I don’t need a photo.” He chuckles. “How much dirt are you looking for?”

“Everything you can find on him. Every text. Every e-mail that he deleted. Every meeting he’s had, every girl he’s screwed. I want it all. Anything. And I mean anything. I don’t care how small.”

He blows a breath. “Wanna tell me what he did?”

“He’s supposed to marry Eriu. And he’s a feckin’ arsehole, so I wanna stop it, but I need to find something on him first. Think you can have it to me in a week or two, tops?”

“Yeah, that’s more than enough time.”

“Alright. Thanks. I owe ya.”

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