Page 50 of The Irish Reaper

Through the silence of the room, I notice that Haven’s eyes are growing heavy. I lay on my bed, unbothered, and chide myself for stealing another glance at her to see if she’s ripped something off the wall again.

That fight…was probably ranked in my top three.

I enjoyed watching the pointless brawl in her eyes and how she thought she’d be able to get free.

The woman might need some bending and breaking to other men, however, the only thing I would change is this futile idea that she’ll ever be free of me.

Yet, if that makes her still fight me, I can’t say that I’d fully suck it out of her. I can’t deny the fact that I like to observe the emotions that cross her face or the things she may be conjuring up in her head.

After a few more quiet minutes, I observe the steady breathing that softly heaves and causes Haven’s chest to fall.

She’s asleep and probably hasn’t gotten any in days, but now that the inevitable has happened, Haven has nothing else to worry about.

Except maybe in the upcoming days if she doesn’t behave herself and causes me to cease actions on her brother to have to focus on her.

My phone buzzes in my dress slacks before I fish it out and find Kohen’s name showing up on the top of my screen.

I click on the message just to glower at it.

KOHEN: How was it?

If my parents didn’t love him so much, I might have made him have an accident by now.

Kohen is this entity of emotion that makes me slightly uncomfortable sometimes because he cares too much.

About everything.

And I almost broke his arms off his body because, earlier, he danced with my wife. His empathy is going to do her no good, so whatever he told her, it’d be best if he did not speak at all.

FINN: How was what?

FINN: And I’d watch my next words if I were you, brother. If you put them on this thread, I’ll be able to go back and read that you said them so that I’m not double-guessing myself on the whole reason why I’m stabbing you in the first place.

KOHEN: LOL.

KOHEN: Relax, Finn. It’s your wedding night.

FINN: I am relaxed. I’m lying in bed right now.

KOHEN: You’re fucking me.

KOHEN: You finally claimed the little wretch?

FINN: I did when I married her.

KOHEN: No, you imbecile.

KOHEN: How does Father allow you to do anything when you’re this slow?

FINN: I could say the same thing about you because you haven’t caught on to my trying to help you so that you don’t say anything stupid.

FINN: Now, get the fuck off my phone.

KOHEN: Since you’re talking to me, you didn’t fuck her.

FINN: No.

KOHEN: I know we haven’t talked about this…

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