Page 70 of My Mafia Daddy

“So, the Flynnshavegot an arranged marriage situation with Emma.”

My heart sinks. “Tell me more.”

“The Flynns want Emma to leverage and gain control over the O’Connell operations in Ireland.”

My eyebrows furrow. “And what about the guy?”

Samantha pulls a face. “He’s a bad person. Scum.”

Fuck.

I don’t like this. Any of it.

It isn’t right.

I willnotlet Emma marry some bastard just because they want power. She’s a human being, not some commodity to be traded.

That’s bullshit.

“Oh, and you wanted to know about Hudson as well,” Samantha reminds me. “From what I can find out, he’s gathering a small army of contractors, basically amping up his efforts.”

“To find Emma?”

She offers me a one shouldered shrug.

Shit.

“What the fuck is he up to?”

“I’ll keep my ear to the street, Owen. As soon as I know, you will.”

I sigh heavily. That doesn’t feel quick enough. Not that I blame Samantha—if there was anything I needed to know urgently, she’d have told me.

“Okay, well thanks for everything.”

I watch Samantha leave, wondering what she’ll find out.

Thank fuck I know I can trust her.

If there’s anything to find out, she will get it to me as soon as she can, so for now, I guess I just need to carry on as I was before.

I finish both my coffees before I leave the café, but I don’t head back to the cabin right away. Now that I’m here, I kinda want to do something nice for Emma.

She’s been stuck with me for ages now. I’m sure she could use a night to relax.

I head to a grocery store which I love, to pick up some of the finest food I can find. I want to cook Emma something she’ll love to eat, to give her a good night.

I know we can’t exactly have a date or anything like that, but I would love to do something close to it for her.

Maybe just play into the fantasy for a night, pretend that thingsarereal.

Just until it’s taken away from us; however that will happen.

Notthat I want to think about things coming to an end.

I stop in my tracks as I leave the store because another shop across the road has caught my attention. A couple of stores actually.

One selling fancy dresses. The sort I would like to see on Emma, especially if we were going on a real date.

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