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They gave me no choice. I’m giving him no choice either.

Is this payback? You bet your goddamn life that’s what this is. But taking the vows with me will only see the games begin. That’s where they start, not where they end.

I told the asshole two years ago I would make his life as miserable as he made mine.

That promise will be served from today onwards. I will achieve my goal.

Iwillbring Eoin O’Connell to his knees.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

EOIN

St. Peter’s Church, Upper East Side, New York

Opposites.That’s what she and I are.

Jaine Jones holds my gaze as she stands wrapped head-to-toe in black leather, while I face her wearing a suit that cost five figures. It’s not that she can’t slot into my life. She’ll refuse to.

She has her reasons, I’m sure.

For one, she has no need to as she has a full and very successful life of her own. Then again, even if armed with no reason, she still wouldn’t simply because she hates my guts. She’d fight to the death before she’d ever submit to me.

I curse as my dick twitches at the thought of that battle. Of pinning her defiant little self down before making her beg for my cock. Because she would.

Unwanted thoughts. I push them aside.

Her, or should I say our, unfortunate reality is that she birthed an O’Connell, and with that comes risks and enemies. A plethora of both, and we protect our family first.

Always.

She’s dressed the way she is for a reason. Perhaps I should feel flattered as it’s entirely for my benefit. It’s to remind me that underneath it all, she’s a biker. That she’s never going to change. Not for anyone.

But especially not for me.

“Jaine.”

She breaks eye contact and turns away. “Father O’Reilly.”

She answers the short, stout man with his mop of white hair with a warm smile as he shakes her hand. A man I’ve known all my life.

“How are you, Jaine? Baptized and confirmed if I recall?” He returns her smile with a bright one of his own.

“I’m fine, Father, and yes. Your memory serves you well.”

“It’s not too late to back out, you know,” Dylan whispers in my ear, interrupting my silent appraisal of my soon-to-be wife. I glance at him before turning my attention back to Jaine.

“It’s not that simple, Dyl. This is a Duster mess and we’ve got to clean it up.”

“You’re about to take the vows with a woman who hates your guts.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“Jesus Christ, our Paddy could have had it all. His woman. His son.”

“I’m well aware of that too.”

“So, what happens after today?”

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