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The arm around me tightens. "I do too, but I'm the boss."

And he takes his responsibilities seriously.

Chapter 30

ANNA

"You have two choices." Cian releases me and stands up beside the bed, his morning erection mouthwatering. I want to taste him again.

He groans. "Do not look at me like thatmo chroí. We do not have time."

I shift my gaze from his sex to his face, my own burning. "Two choices?"

"You can join my mother and sister in Spain, or you can stay here in my apartment until the current threat is neutralized."

Whatever that means. It sounds serious though. "Are you going to war with another criminal group?"

"I can't answer that question,mo chroí. The less you know about mob business, the safer you are."

"You thought I was safe going with the cops," I remind him. I’m not convinced his protocols are as spiffy as he thinks they are.

"Do you trust me?" His expression is unreadable.

He's not trying to sway me toward one answer over another. He wants my honesty. Do I trust him?

There's no doubt in my mind. "Yes."

"Even after what happened yesterday?" he pushes.

Shifting, so I'm sitting up too, I let the blankets fall around my lap. "Yes."

"That means trusting my rules." His eyes roam over my body and then settle on my breasts.

It makes me hot.

"If we don't have time for me to taste you, we don't have time for you to taste me," I remind him logically.

"True. More's the pity." He meets my eyes again and I can see there's still a question in his.

I mull over what he said before getting sidetracked by my body. Trusting him means trusting his rules. "I'm not sure it does. Trusting you doesn't mean I think you are always right. It means I believe you will always try to do right by me."

There are very few people I believe that of. Ini. Him. Mrs. Hart. Connor, now. Cian's cousin confiding his truths to me last night allows me to trust him too.

"We aren't always going to agree what's right for you, what is safest." Cian says the words like they are a warning.

"When it comes to my safety, I will do what you think is best." I pause and consider the promise and then add, "Initially."

He doesn't get mad at my qualification. Instead, he gives me one of his rare smiles. "I will always give you a choice." His smile turns into something more, something challenging. "Initially."

"Right now, my choice is Spain or staying here? And why Spain by the way?" Cian isn't a random guy. Everything he does is deliberate. So, if he sent his family to Spain, there's a reason why.

"The Irish mob is strong in Spain. My allies are watching over Ma and Shea along with the security detail I sent. It is also not a country where my current enemies have known ties."

That makes sense, but the idea of being across the ocean from Cian makes everything inside me twist painfully tight. "If I stay in your apartment, can I still work for Jimmy?"

I don't like the idea of spending the entire day alone, even in someplace as nice as this. Yes, there are times that being by myself is all I want, but now is not one of them. Not after yesterday. I'm still feeling vulnerable if not tainted anymore. I want people around me, which is weird for me, but I’m not even a little tempted to go back to my apartment and hide in my blanket lean-to.

I can't help frowning. "I wish I could work in your office again."

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