Page 110 of Ronan

I tookmy wife out to a romantic dinner and now we’re headed to one of my fight clubs. I need to make an appearance at the lair in Brooklyn for some business. What better way for Danika to see me in my element?

In the last two months, I’ve gotten the feeling she still doesn’t get the depth of who I am. It’s better if I show her than tell her. The bouts scheduled for tonight will prove to be entertaining.

This will be a fun date. I also want to talk about Noah’s wedding and Danika attending with me. I would like my family as a whole to know about my wife. Not just those I swore to secrecy. Besides, we don’t have to mention her real name.

It’s Danika Peoples we need to keep hidden, not Dean Foxx. We have two months to prepare and decide how to handle it. I just want to get the conversation going. Ma has asked repeatedly when she will get to see Dean next.

Since Vegas, it seems like I’m not important anymore. Ma is more concerned with how my wife is doing. If she’s having morning sickness yet and if she’s eating right.

My wife isn’t even pregnant. Ma would want to kill us both if she knew Dean is on birth control. I don’t know that being a father is in the cards for me.

“Ronan, it’s good to see ya,” Liam, the bouncer at the door, says as Danika and I go to walk in to Fighting Irish, the Brooklyn liar.

“Grand to be seen,” I croon as I place my hand on Danny’s back and walk in proudly with her by my side.

She looks breathtaking in the black one-piece jumpsuit, thigh-high gray boots, and gray fur coat. The jumpsuit has a deepVand molds to her breasts. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her from the moment she stepped out of the bedroom ready to leave.

“Oh wow, this place is jumping. This isn’t what I was expecting,” she says as I go to lead her up to the box.

I have a private VIP area up above the main floor where I usually sit to watch over things. It’s not often I sit on the main level. If I come down from the box, shit is about to get real for whoever has disrespected me and the club. No one wants that.

I catch Oisín and Tadhg’s eyes and the two make their way over to follow us up to the box. Danny has shrugged off her coat and now her juicy ass is in my face as I walk behind her. I don’t miss that she’s grabbing the attention of almost every guy in attendance.

“Fuck me,” I mutter as her delicious scent wafts to my nostrils and adds to the mouthwatering sight.

She looks over her shoulder and grins. I chuckle and wink back at her. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Once we are seated. I signal for a waitress to order drinks. We talk and laugh for a few hours. The first two matches don’t disappoint.

“You’re the man around here, I see,” Danika says with a smile on her face.

I have had to handle a few meetings since we arrived. Nothing crazy, but I have had to be firm and assert my authority. However, I guess I can see where she would get that assumption.

My men have fallen in line and they move at the snap of my fingers. Each fighter has come upstairs to greet me before heading back down to get ready for their match.

Just as I go to answer, a commotion begins. I look toward the stairs and see a woman with blonde hair trying to push her way in. As I look closer, I realize it’s Sandy. She’s wearing a wig or something.

“Get your hands off me. Ronan, I want to talk to you,” she shouts as she continues to shove at my men.

I wave for them to let her pass as I don’t need this drama here. She gives a smug smile to Finn and Rian as they step aside. I feel Danika stiffen beside me.

“Who the fuck is this? Is she the reason you cut me off?” Sandy shrieks.

I pull the hand with my wedding band down my face. Sandy’s eyes go wide before she narrows them at me. I shrug and lean back in my seat.

“Why are ya here? Yer supposed to be banned. I gave ya walking papers months ago.

“It’s none of yer business who she is. Leave now, yer embarrassing yerself,” I say dismissively.

“I’m not leaving until she knows she’s nothing special. You will fuck her and throw her away just like you did me.”

I go to stand and correct her, but my wife flies by me and has Sandy in the air by her throat before I can move a muscle. A smile comes to my face. There’s that temper.

“He told you to leave. Next time my husband tells you I’m none of your business, I suggest you listen to him.

“Trust me, boo. You don’t want to know about me. Now get your ass out of my face before they add me whipping your ass to the fight card tonight,” she hisses and tosses Sandy back so hard she falls on her ass.

I reach for Danika’s waist and tug her into my lap. Cupping her face, I then take her lips for a hard, passionate kiss. I’m so fucking hard from that display.

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