Page 202 of Filthy Savage

“Oh shit,” Fionn mutters, looking over at Tynan, who doesn’t look thrilled.

“What the hell is he doing?” Patrick whispers. “Is he trying to start a war?”

Cillian curls a fist, while Dinara stomps forward toward her cousin.

“Are you crazy?! What are you doing?” she shouts at Konstantin.

“Is this a problem?”

Her face flushes from pure anger. “Of course it’s a problem! You know how I feel about him! How much I despise the man!”

Every one of the guests stares with shock, like they’re watching a bomb go off.

“Of course I know that, but Tatiana doesn’t have to hate him. Right, my darling?” He glances at the sister, who nods sheepishly.

This is even worse than my own complicated family history.

“So, what do you say, Cillian? Will you accept this marriage arrangement so we can finally unite our two families?”

“Over my fucking dead body,” he growls. “I’ll never marry her. Orher.”

His glare lands on Dinara.

“Ha!” She marches to him. “You think I’d ever want you? Maybe you think you’re some prize every woman wants to be with.”

“You once thought so.” A cocky half-smile momentarily appears on his face.

“I’m not that girl anymore. You’re nothing to me, Cillian Quinn. Nothing!”

He snaps his teeth while her chest flies up and down.

“Nothing, huh?” He takes a step forward while she hikes up her chin.

“That’s right.”

“Say it again.” He takes another step, while I wait to see what happens next.

“You’re. Nothing.”

As she flips around to march away, he grabs her around the back of her head and kisses her.

People gasp as she fights him, but that only lasts seconds, because no matter what she just said, she’s crazy about him too. It’s obvious from the way she melts into him. The way her tense hands start to release the lapel of his jacket, holding it gently now.

“Let’s raise a toast to the new happy couple. Dinara and Cillian!” Konstantin takes a shot one of his men hands him, then everyone is clinking glasses and cheering.

What the hell just happened?

Dinara and Cillian pull away, both horrified at what they just did, staring at Konstantin with shock and rage.

“So, this is normal?” I ask Fionn.

He laughs.

“Never mind.”

“My brother has been denying that this is gonna happen for a long time, but he can’t run from it now. If he tries, I don’t know if any of us will be ready for the war he’ll throw us into.”

“A war?” My pulse hammers.

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