Page 96 of Filthy Savage

Yet I can’t just go along with this either. Groaning internally, I force myself to calm down. Working myself up will get me nowhere.

Glancing around the house, I find guards at every entry point. Guards with weapons. I saw the guns sticking out from their waistbands.

Is he some sort of crime lord? My God! Just look at the size of this place. What else could he be?

If he sells drugs, that’s where I draw the line. I won’t let my daughter be exposed to that, not after everything I went through with my mom.

“Would you like me to help you with your gown?” Louise asks.

My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Oh…” She looks at Fionn. “You didn’t tell her?”

“Forgot.” His mouth quirks while he holds a happy Fia in his arms. “I ordered you a dress.”

“What! Why?” I try to keep my tone low, but Fia is too busy munching on a cookie and humming the ABC song to care. “I don’t need a dress. This isn’t real, Fionn!”

“Either way, I wanted you to have something nice to wear. I got Fia a dress too, just in case you wanted her there with us.”

My heart rate picks up. I didn’t even think about that.DoI want her there? Would this confuse her?

“She’s going to ask questions.”

“Good. I want her to know what’s going on.” He drops his mouth to my ear. “I’m her father, Amara. I think it’s better she knows that sooner than later.”

My pulse slams faster and faster in my ears.

I’m getting married. To Fionn. To the man I wanted for so long.

Though now that I have him, it’s all wrong. Like we’ve been thrown into a blender and the result is messy and inedible.

I don’t know how long we’ll be here, but I have to tell Fia the truth. She may be young, but she’s smart. Once I get the chance to leave him, then I can come up with something else to tell her.

“Fia?”

She looks expectantly at me, crumbs sticking to her chin. My God, I love her. If anything ever happened to her, I’d die.

“So, Mommy and Fionn are going to get married today, and I just?—”

“Okay.” She continues to bite into her cookie.

Well, that was easier than I thought.

Fionn laughs at my shocked expression.

“See? She’s fine.” His voice hums across the shell of my ear, and every inch of me grows taut, that husky tone like a switch to my body.

The door opens from beyond, and I register multiple footsteps.

When two men appear with a priest, my eyes almost fall out. This is really happening. His two brothers nod in greeting. I remember them both from when Tynan got married.

“And who is this?” Cillian looks up at Fia.

“I’m Fia.” She grins, and he gives Fionn a questioning glance. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Cillian.” He places a hand on his chest. “And behind me is Tynan and a random priest.”

She giggles.

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