I’ve had my men look into the members of the club and knew two of these men here wouldn’t take my last bit of information well. I gave them everything I knew, from the rumors to the confirmation from my father of the relationship between Kayne and Miguel.
From this point, we formed our plans in order to get Jordan back.
After deciding the best course of action should be us hitting them quick and fast, we make our way for Kean and Kayne’s home.
With Kenyon driving in front with Mitch and myself in the SUV, we ram through the gate a moment before he slams on the brakes in front of the house.
I stayed outside with Mitch and Kenyon while Badger and his brothers head for the house after most of the men are taken out. I knew they’d find Jordan inside and end Kayne. My main focus now needed to be on Kean. He’s the key to me being able to end the contract of marriage.
Unfortunately, I find Kean missing and this is disappointing as I knew I’d have to speak with Tomás face to face and finally meet my soon-to-be wife. So far, the only good thing to happen is Badger getting Jordan back.
Now, after calling Tomás and letting him know I’d be at his home within the hour needing to speak with him, I sit impatiently as Kenyon drives through the gate to the Boss’ home.
“You ready for this?” Mitch asks from his seat next to me.
“Fuck no, this is the last thing I want to do,” I mutter. Still I know to keep the beautiful mismatched eyed woman away from Kean, I must uphold my end of the contract to keep her from his reach.
“I understand but it’s the right thing for now, once we deal with Kean the issue of marriage can be annulled, right?” Mitch states. I know he’s right but something about the idea of annulling a marriage doesn’t sit right with me. Just the image of my mismatched eyed beauty hasn’t set well with me from the moment I first saw her picture.
Nodding, I keep my eyes focused on the dark surroundings of the house. As we begin to approach the home, I notice movement on the side of the large house. Someone was halfway up the side of the house.
“Stop the car, Kenyon,” I order and put my hand on the door handle.
Climbing out of the car quietly, I leave the door open as to not make any noise and make my way toward the figure who was climbing down a trellis.
The closer I get, I realize it’s a woman and upon further visual I find it funny that this woman is the one from the picture I have of my fiancée. Staying far enough into the shadows, she doesn’t see me right away and I wait patiently for her to make her way to the ground safely. My dick becomes instantly hard as I take in the exquisite body that matches her image, making her exotic to me. Tits that would fill my hands when I cup them and an ass I could hold onto as I slide in from behind her.
Fuck, this isn’t good. My reaction to seeing her for the first time isn’t what I expected it to be. Yeah, her pictures have had my attention, but they didn’t do what seeing her in person has done to me.
Pulse racing, my hand twitches to touch her as she finally makes it to the bottom. What is she trying to do? Escape? Maybe? The thought of her doing that for some reason bothers me more than I thought it should.
The moment she turns her head in my direction, being in the shadows she’s unable to see me yet; however, I can see her clearly. Seeing an expression of pure achievement across her face, I realize the picture I have of Bridget doesn’t do her justice. Not in the slightest. The way her eyes light up at doing something as preposterous as climbing down a trellis.
Something inside me awakens and a part of me snaps out of denial and I know without a doubt I can’t let this woman escape my hold.
She’s to be mine. Has been for years and now it’s time I claim her as such.
No other woman has ever made my pulse race at first sight. Picture not included. As the saying goes, a picture can speak a million words, yet nothing compares to seeing firsthand.
I step out of the shadows making my presence known.
“Going somewhere, mo chuisle?” I ask, using the Irish term for my pulse because in all honesty from this moment on that’s exactly what she is, mo chuisle.
“Ahh, yes I am, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll just be heading that way,” she utters, glancing away from my direction.
Wanting her eyes on me, I uncross my arms and take a step toward her. Standing this close to her I can feel the heat radiating from her body. “Be as it may, mo chuisle, I don’t think I can let you do that.”
“Why’s that?” she asks breathlessly. My dick throbs behind the zipper of my jeans wanting inside what he knows is mine.
Shit.
I need to get him under control, but something about this woman speaks to me in a way no other ever has. I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her tight into my arms, and answer her question.
“Because, my beautiful Bridget, I’m not about to let my fiancée escape from me before
