Page 95 of Filthy Savage

“Hi! I’m Fia!” My daughter waves, making friends wherever she goes, apparently. Like her father.

Eli and Henry—one of the toughest sons of bitches I’ve known—smile at her, practically melting.

“Hi,” Eli says. “Nice to meet you.”

“Where’s your hair?” She glances curiously at his bald head, and he starts laughing.

“I shaved it off.”

She giggles, reaching for his head to rub it.

“Fia!” Amara scolds. “You can’t touch someone without asking.”

“It’s okay, ma’am.” Eli grins when Fia gives it another pat.

“Okay, let’s go meet Louise,” I say. “She probably baked something for you. I told her you were coming.”

“Bye!” She waves to my men, and they return it, while Amara glances at them as we start to walk away, her face filled with fear.

“Who’s Louise?” Fia asks, completely ignorant of her mother’s anxiety.

“Louise is the nice lady who lives here and takes care of the house. She also likes to cook for me because I can’t cook a thing.”

Fia laughs as we step into the kitchen, and Louise turns from the stove, shutting it off before coming to greet us.

“Well, who is this adorable little lady?” Her brown eyes brighten.

“I’m Fia.”

“Nice to meet you, Fia. I’m Louise.” She grins.

“I know. Fionn told me.” She slaps on another show-stopping grin.

“She’s absolutely adorable.” She turns to Amara. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” The women shake hands, but my wife’s uneasy expression is obvious to everyone.

Louise has been with me for many years and knows exactly who my family is, but she has no idea about how Amara and I know one another. All I told her was that I’ll be getting married today and that I want a nice meal prepared. She knows better than to ask questions.

“Well, I’ll let you all get settled. I do have some snacks and lunch prepared just in case anyone is hungry.”

“Me!” Fia throws her hand up.

“Well, good.” Louise’s face lights up, her gaze lingering on her, the pain in her eyes evident.

I know she’s going to love having Fia around.

CHAPTER 24

AMARA

This is crazy.I can’t do this!

I can’t marry him and pretend any of this is normal. It’s not.

But where do I go? How can I get away from a man like him?

It’s simple: I can’t.

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