“Why’s that?” I ask quietly, my heart racing in my chest. I don’t know who this man is but the second he’s standing toe to toe with me and his arms come around my waist, my libido goes into overdrive.
Mother of all holy, what is this man doing to me?
“Because, my beautiful Bridget, I’m not about to let my fiancée escape from me before I even get to taste her luscious lips,” he murmurs right before claiming my mouth with his.
Oh, for the love of God, this is the man I’m supposed to be marrying!
Great, just freaking great.
Chapter 1
Dean
Two weeks earlier
Pressing the end button on the phone call, I lean my head back against the headrest of my chair and groan. Times like these are when I wish I could merely grab my gun and put it to a motherfucker’s head, pull the trigger and walk away. However, I can’t do that to my own damned father. No matter what an ass he is for sticking to the old ways rather than evolving with the rest of us. Then again, it’s what happens when you’re part of the mafia.
Arranged marriage my ass. Fuck if I’m marrying some uptight, spoiled cunt who can’t tell the difference between up and down. The only thing the women from my world understand is they’re to marry, listen to what they’re told, and give their husbands children. They’re not supposed to work unless given explicit permission from the men involved in the contract.
Damnit, I need to relieve this tension before I blow. Getting out of my seat, I head down the hall toward the main room of the club. Thankfully I can do this now without closing my eyes to avoid seeing my cousin, Jordan, on stage dancing.
I’d hired her when she was eighteen. Of course, she didn’t know who I was at the time, her dickwad of a dad kept her from the rest of the family secluding her from the world. I didn’t even know she was under a contract. I’d thought with my grandfather disowning Cormac anything to do with him had been voided. Including any contracts for his daughter.
The fucked-up part of it was, I’d given her the job with the hope I could build her trust up enough to tell me what had been going on with her at the time. She seemed scared of her own shadow. By Jordan working for me I felt I could somewhat protect her in a way. Now she’s with a member of the Devil’s Riot, so I don’t have to worry as much. Granted, I’d been leery at first about the MC being that I knew her man was close to the Rogue Drifters MC.
You don’t mix with different clubs unless they’re allies or on neutral territory. The same goes for the mafia. We tend to stay away from others unless absolutely needed. Although I’ll admit, I’ve worked with Grigory a few times after he moved here from Russia to replace his predecessor. He’d called to speak with me about a possible business arrangement. Which we’d both agreed upon, and honestly, it’s been a pretty damn good setup between the two of us.
“Mr. O’Connell,” Jewel’s sultry voice draws me out of my thoughts as she calls me by my last name. I don’t normally fuck my dancers as I try to keep business and pleasure separate. However, when it comes to Jewel and Ember, they’re my go-tos when I need to release the pent-up tension in my body. Not that I can’t go out and find someone, I’m simply a busy man and these two women are always at my beck and call when I need them.
“Jewel, what can I do for you?” I ask, giving her a knowing grin. She likes to have to beg to be fucked, and usually, I have Ember do most of the work while I watch. Sometimes I’ll allow Jewel to suck my dick until Ember has her begging for more.
“More like what can I do for you. You seem so tense,” she says, stepping closer, running her slender fingers across my chest until her hands cup my dick from the outside of my pants.
My dick twitches at her touch, ready and raring to fuck the shit out of this woman. “When’s your next set?” I ask.
“I don’t go back on for an hour, I’m supposed to be doing my rounds with the patrons, but I’ve been missing your dick, Mr. O’Connell. Won’t you fuck me, please?” she purrs.
“What about Ember?” I step back from Jewel’s touch. I’m not giving her the chance to reach for what she wants most. She knows I don’t allow her to have it unless I say.
“Ember’s on stage right now. I could help take care of you without her.” Pouting, Jewel tosses a glance over her shoulder where Ember is indeed dancing.
Out of all my dancers she’s the best one I have since Jordan no longer works here. Though the crowd loves Ember, and even Jewel, they miss Jordan aka Vixen. I need to possibly see if I can’t find someone to exceed my cousin’s talents on the stage.
Nodding in annoyance, I give a tap to Jewel’s lip as she continues to pout. “Soon as Ember’s done with her set, both of you come find me. Make sure to tell Kit-Kat you’re done for the night,” I say, knowing the woman was gonna want to kill me. It’s why I try to limit the times I intervene in the schedule.
Kit-Kat, as the manager, can be a ruthless bitch when it comes to the girls. She doesn’t take their shit nor allow them to get away with anything they’re not supposed to do. It’s why I keep her around. That and the woman is a damn good friend to have. Especially when it comes to
