Damn, I hadn’t realized this contract was done so long ago. I knew it was done when I’d been a kid but not twenty years ago.
Nodding, I wait for him to speak again.
“Our families have always been close, though never by blood but mere friendship. Your da and I have been friends since birth, even with an ocean between the two of us, we still speak on a daily basis. When you were born, we decided if I were to have a girl, she would be yours.” Bewildered by his words, I’m barely able to keep my jaw from dropping.
Fuckin’ hell, this woman was destined to be mine before she was even born. I’m having a hard time coming to terms with this along with the realization I will soon be calling Bridget my wife.
“Now, I know from the information I’ve gathered on both Kean and Kayne Bryne why I’d intended to kill them both, tell me your reasons for doing so. What does this have to do with your cousin?” he demands as he sits at his desk, switching from the father to businessman.
Sitting in the chair opposite him, I glance back at Mitch, nodding for him to retrieve the files from the car.
Turning my attention back to the man sitting behind the desk, I can sense the ruthless man under the surface preparing for what’s to come. This right here is why he’s the Boss.
“I don’t know if you remember my father’s half-brother, Cormac . . .”
“That bastard was always bad news. Your grandfather disowned him after he attempted to rape your mother out of jealousy because he didn’t get the contract for her. The man went on to have taken another woman then left her after she had two boys for him. Then took another and had a daughter. I kept up with details of the man as much as I could,” he growls, interrupting me.
Nodding, I don’t allow his admission to affect me. I’d heard the rumors and the way my mother would become upset when he would come around, I knew this to be true.
“Cormac and Kean signed a contract for Jordan, my cousin, to be Kayne’s,” I announce while waiting for Mitch to come back. “I’ll give you the short version because the longer one would take more time than I’d prefer to dwell on it.” I begin from the beginning, from when she was eighteen and working at my club. By the time I get to the part where Badger found her barely alive, Tomás is out of his seat pacing behind his desk. Fury rolling off of him.
Pushing forward, I finish by explaining how Kayne kidnapped Jordan and brought her here to Ireland.
At this point, Mitch has come back in, and I’m able to show Tomás the files we had on not just what they did to my cousin but their relationship with Miguel. How they’d been working behind the Alliance’s back making interferences in several of our exchanges. Along with that, they were supplying Miguel with girls from the age of five to thirty. Most of them are either natural blondes with blue eyes or red hair with green eyes.
Finished with the file, Tomás slams the thing shut. “You find him, and you end him. I knew of the exchanges and that’s what he was going to lose his life over. I’ve worked too damn hard to build this Alliance to what it is now. The drugs we sell don’t go into the hands of anyone under the age of eighteen.” Pointing at me as he holds my gaze. “When you end him make it slow. He shall feel the pain of each woman he had a hand in giving to Miguel. As for that one, I say let the Devil’s Riot MC have him. I’ve heard good things about them and know they will make it painful,” he orders.
“I intend to make him suffer,” I inform him.
“Good, I’d like to meet your cousin if she is still here in Ireland,” he says, yet it’s more of a demand.
Nodding. “She and a few of the club members are still here, the others decided to catch a flight back home to their families,” I inform him.
“Then bring her tomorrow, we’ll also move the wedding up to tomorrow as to not give my iníon any more chances to try to escape.” He chuckles.
Grinning, I nod. Whether it be lust or love at first sight, I don’t care as long as the woman is tied to me.
On that thought, the image of her tied to my bed pops back in my head.
Fuck, tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. The quicker I marry her, the sooner I’ll have her tied to my bed.
Chapter 8
Bridget
I don’t know if there’s a word in the dictionary for how pissed I am at the moment with the world. Why did my da decide to move the wedding up a day? I’d been hoping to maybe, just maybe, get away before I’m tied to the overbearing brute. Instead, I’m marrying the jerk today.
Last night when he’d come into my room, God, it sends chills down my spine at the memory of his words. Chills I’m not sure are good or bad. All I know is his words had an effect on my body and it frustrates the hell out of me. I mean, how dare he think he can threaten me with tying me to my bed, let alone spank me! Seriously, who does he think he is?
Umm, hello, he’s the man you are supposed to be marrying in just a few hours. That’s who he is.
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