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I am addicted to Aisling Sullivan. I want to suggest going out again, but I don’t want to say the wrong thing while I’m with her. So instead, I’m relegated to texting her. God, I feel like such a chump, because I swear I can hear a twinge of sadness when she texts me back.

Work doesn’t slow down for long once Christmas is over, and a week later I’m in the back seat with Cian, on the way to go over amending the contract he has with a large logging company.

We happen to launder money through them, as well as transport drugs to suppliers through the trucking company they also own. It’s a good working relationship, but the owners want a larger amount for working with us.

I’m here to knock them off the pedestal that allows them to assume that kind of shit.

“Domhnall,” Cian drawls, making me flinch. Fuck, only my father calls me that, and I’m typically in a shitload of trouble when he does.

“Yes, Sir?” I ask, my eyes lifting from my computer. I tend to work while we drive places. I’m very efficient, and I’m convinced that’s one of the reasons he keeps me as his lawyer.

“What the fuck are you doing with my daughter? She seems unhappy,” he growls.

“I speak to her every day,” I tell him quickly, because it’s true. I’m out of practice at romancing people, especially pretty little omegas. A little smile here or there was always enough to spread the creamy thighs of the girls at the bar. Aisling isn’t anything like those girls though.

“I’m dying to run into her again, but the opportunity hasn’t happened.”

“I know Hayes is her scent match,” he says. “You and Aisling already have a connection, it makes perfect sense for you to ask her to go out without resorting to stalking.”

“Well, there’s a lot of that already happening,” I mutter, wincing. Cian surprises the fuck out of me as he barks out a laugh, shaking his head.

“Pack Hayes is filled with unhinged men,” he says. “I’m not surprised that you’re all watching her every move. I swore I felt eyes when I took her snowmobiling last week.”

“Evan,” I grunt truthfully. “He had more downtime then, so he followed her around incessantly. Aisling is really busy, and half the time she forgets to eat.”

“She’s building her legacy,” Cian says. “Aisling went through a lot, and she doesn’t want it to happen to someone else. Omegas face a lot of bullshit, but are ignored when they go to the authorities for help. Then there’s the fact that many shelters won’t accept omegas because they think they’re ‘troublemakers.’ Aisling said her mom and she were able to stay a night or two at times, however, they were told it couldn’t be for longer than that.”

“There’s a law that went into effect a few years ago giving shelters the right to refuse services,” I remember. “I remember thinking how insane that was to me. I’ll start working on getting that law overturned.”

“Good, so you understand that Aisling will not be expected to forget her dreams,” Cian growls. “Just because you’re meant to be hers, doesn’t mean you have the right to strip her of what’s best for her.”

All I want is to strip her of every stitch of clothing and inhibition she has, and then push her until she’s a mewling, crying beautiful mess.

Maybe I shouldn’t say that out loud to her father. Yeah, I’d really like to live. Pack Hayes probably isn’t who Cian thought his daughter would be fated by biology to be with.

“She’s very committed to her values and Omega’s Haven. We’d never take that from her,” I promise.

I will, however, spank her ass red for forgetting to eat. Pressing my lips tightly together, I force myself to hold that thought inside as well. I can’t afford to forget myself around a bigger predator than I am.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t care if I ask Aisling out?” I ask. “It’s true that we’re planning to hijack one of her dates as a pack, but that’s because of Hayes’ earlier transgressions.”

“I hope Aisling guts him,” Cian grunts. “He won’t get out of hurting her unscathed, that I promise you. She’s starting her dating app meet ups again, and now that she has the scent of one of her mates, no one else will be enough. She’s not going to understand why. She’ll get frustrated easily. It would be nice to have someone in her corner. Do with that as you will.”

Fuck, that’s as good of a blessing from this mafia father. Pulling out my phone, I quickly text Aisling before he takes it back.

Me:

Is it okay if I say that I miss you? Are you available for dinner tonight?

Blowing out a breath,I gaze down at the phone as if it’s a bomb.

“As far as I know, my daughter doesn’t bite much,” Cian says with a dark chuckle. “She’s at Omega’s Haven today, catching up on things. Leave her be. Tell me how we’re going to fuck over these punks at the logger business for getting uppity.”

Tossing my phone into my briefcase, I nod as I fix the cuffs of my shirt.

“You’re actually covered by the previous contract which states…”

I give him the rundown on how much the loggers are fucking up, since the contract can’t be amended without both parties’ consent. Cian is grinning evilly as I pack my shit up, ready to go to war with these guys. They picked the wrong people to fuck with.

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