Page 3 of Illicit Heir

Tynan opens the passenger door and slides in with an eight-pack. Cathal and Brogan get into the back seat, each holding another box of Guinness.

Brogan mutters, "Can't believe ya made me leave my lass."

I reiterate, "She'll still be here tomorrow, so stop your bitching." I reverse out of the spot and pull onto the road.

"How deep into Dublin are we going?" Cathal questions.

I glance at Tynan's mischief-filled grin. I assume it matches mine. My endorphins ignite, and I answer, "Pick a pub in Coolock."

"Coolock? Have ya lost the plot? We only took over the territory north of there!" Brogan points out.

Tynan turns his head, smirking. "Such a pussy."

I add, "It's prime to take over. The O'Learys have no one there, based on all the intel Alaina received."

"But they haven't ordered the clan to move on it," Brogan argues.

"Pussy," Tynan taunts again.

"Shut up," Brogan scolds.

The pop of a Guinness can fills the car and Cathal mumbles, "I need more alcohol for this."

Zings fly down my spine. I veer onto the motorway and head south, finally feeling alive for the first time in months. I demand, "Find a pub, Tynan."

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and several minutes pass. Then he declares, "Got it."

"Where to, little brother?"

He programs an address into the GPS and states, "The Confessional."

Brogan grumbles, "Reconciliation would be a better decision right now."

I snort, claiming, "Oh, we're going to need reconciliation. But not until after tonight."

Tynan chuckles and opens a can of Guinness.

Cathal points out, "There're going to be O'Leary women in that pub. This really isn't a good idea."

Tynan and I exchange another glance. The heat in my blood grows hotter. I state, "Guess it's time."

"Time for what?" Brogan questions.

My brother and I exchange a knowing glance. It's part of the conversation we've had too many times between us to count.

We need to know why our other two brothers couldn't stay away from their O'Leary women. And as far as I'm concerned, tonight's the perfect night to find out. So I answer, "Time to learn what it's like to be inside an O'Leary lass."

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Lauren Byrne

"You're being irrational and playing hard to get," Caleb claims, giving me an arrogant look, as if he knows what's best for me.

I glare at him. "No, I'm not. It's over, Caleb. Stop coming in here and expecting it to be any different."

He grunts, takes another shot of whiskey, then slides his hand over my cheek.

My skin crawls. I jerk my head back. "Don't touch me."

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