by E. C. Land
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.
Since Da came into my room and informed me of the change, I refused to see or speak to anyone. Not even Alison. I’ve stayed curled up on my bed the entire time staring out the window. Guess you could say I’ve been pouting.
Who wants to marry a complete stranger? No matter how gorgeous the man is or how mind-blowing his kisses are, Dean is still a stranger. I know nothing about him. Shoot, I don’t even know his last name and yet I’m to be taking it as mine.
A knock on the door startles me from my thoughts and I pull my pillow over my head. “Go away,” I grumble.
When the knock comes again, this time more demanding, I grasp hold of my pillow and chuck it off the bed. I sit up in bed and scream loudly for them to leave me alone. Flopping back down on the bed, I stare at the ceiling and fume. Why can’t they get the hint I don’t want to be around anyone?
The knocking stops and the next thing I know my door is kicked in and in steps Dean.
“What the hell?” I screech, sitting up in my bed and pulling my knees to my chest.
“My question exactly, you’re in here throwing a fucking temper tantrum I would expect from my cousin’s son who is a child. Not the woman I’m marrying,” Dean growls as he prowls toward the bed. His gaze looking like one of a fierce lion stalking its prey. Reaching out, he snags my ankle and yanks me across the bed, dragging me to where he wants me. I screech in protest only to have him glare at me.
Dean cages me in with his arms and my body begins to react to his warmth hovering over me. I can feel my heart thumping wildly in my chest. Please don’t let him hurt me, he seems extremely furious at the moment.
The feel of his chest touching mine slightly has my nipples hardening and I hope he doesn’t notice them. Or the way my breathing changes with him so close to me.
“You know, if I weren’t so pissed with you right now, this position we’re in would be going a different way. As it is, you are about to learn a lesson in what happens when you act as if you are a child instead of the delightful woman you are,” he says before standing, bringing me with him.
“My door was closed for a reason. I didn’t want to see anyone. Now leave,” I demand. My hands pressing into his chest to push him away from me.
“Not happening, sweetness. You and I are gonna have a heart to heart more or less.” He grins and pulls me with him to my window seat. Turning his back to the window, he sits on the bench that I’ve sat on many times simply staring out at the fields of green.
Confused as to why he moved us over here, I panic when he draws me closer only to place me over his knee.
“What are you doing?” I scream, gaining my wits at the same time the first smack lands against my rear. I jolt at the impact and try to stand up. To my dismay, he’s a lot stronger than I am and able to keep me from moving from his lap.
“I’m giving you your punishment. Told you to be a good girl, you didn’t listen,” he says as he places three more smacks against my ass only to soothe the sting after with his hand.
Dean repeats this movement two more times and with each smack my body grows taut with a need unlike any. Repeating this action twice more and with each smack my body grows taut with need. How can I be getting horny by him spanking my backside?
“Ready for the real punishment, mo chuisle? The spanking is merely a warm-up for what to expect,” he rasps. The hand he used to keep me in place tightens as the other slides my yoga pants down and exposes my ass for him to see. Before I can comprehend anything else, Dean delivers several more incessant smacks against my bottom, though never in the same spot.
His hand touching my skin causes my stomach to tense and I feel like I am going to combust into flames.
“Oh fuck, mo chuisle, not only were you not wearing panties but the sight of your ass turning a blushing pink from my hand has my dick throbbing against my zipper, demanding it be inside you,” he murmurs while rubbing his hand against the heated skin. “I wonder if I were to slide my hand further would I find you wet.”
Shivering, I bite my lip to keep from answering
or making any other sounds.
“I bet I would,” he says right before landing one last smack to my ass. Pulling my yoga pants up, he lifts me off his lap, stands, and wraps his arms around my lower backside. His fingers trail slight circles along the skin where my shirt had risen. “Now you need something to eat and to get ready, wedding’s in a little over an hour and I don’t want you passing out on me. Go without eating again and I won’t just smack your ass, I’ll be doing something far more thrilling only to leave you without the bliss it will give you. Am I understood?”
Unable to find my voice, I give him a curt nod.
“Good girl,” he says and claims my mouth in another one of his mind-blowing kisses.
Lifting his head, he gives me a grin and lets me go. “Soon you’ll be mine and I can’t fuckin’ wait,” he murmurs and turns on his heel, leaving me standing there gaping after him.
My mind is completely boggled right now, and it seems to not want to clear through the haze Dean has caused. This is what he does to me and I don’t understand how he’s able to affect me so much.
Dammit, I’m screwed when it comes to this man; I can see it now. He’s gonna use the way my body reacts to him to get his way. And I don’t know how I feel about it.
By the time the priest announces us as Mr. and Mrs. Dean O’Connell, I thought my teeth would shatter from clenching them together.
How my da was able to pull off a full high mass wedding on such short notice is beyond me. But then again, being who he is, he normally gets what he wants when he wants it. He’s a powerful man and everyone around here knows it.
Doesn’t help he filed all the proper documents needed months ago and the priest is the same one who did my baptism. Da always made sure we attended mass every Sunday.
With my hand resting in the crook of Dean’s arm, I let him lead the way out of the church toward the limo waiting for us. The reception is being held at a different location, so I’m thankful for the reprieve in between.
As I go to get in the limo, Dean helps me hold my dress up while I manage to get in without tripping over the damn thing. The dress is beautiful, yes, but I’m not one for long gowns. I never have been. I detested having to wear the elegant evening gowns when I had to attend galas and such with Da.
“Mo chuisle, you are stunning in this dress though I can’t wait to get it off you and see what lies underneath,” Dean murmurs, leaning and brushing his nose along the side of my cheek, his hand cupping the other side of my face. He does this the moment the door closes behind him.
“Just because we’re married now doesn’t mean I’m sleeping with you,” I say sarcastically.
Chuckling, Dean pulls his head back and slides his hand down to grip my chin. “Look at me, Bridget,” he says, tilting my head back enough to meet his gaze. “I will not sink my dick into this beautiful body of yours until you ask, and I promise you, you’ll be begging me to fuck you soon enough. However, when it comes to sleeping, you’ll be in my bed every night where I can hold you to me. To show you that you are mine.”
Leaning in, he brushes his lips to mine again gently. “Open for me,” he demands, releasing my chin to reach behind me gripping my hair I’d left down.
I do as he commands and give him what he wants. Okay, I’ll admit it’s what I want as well. I love the feel of his lips against mine.
The kiss seems to last for a long time before he pulls away, leaving me breathless.
“I don’t think I could go without having your lips against mine. They’re fuckin’ intoxicating, I can easily become drunk on your taste alone,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against mine once more for a brief, chaste kiss. “When we’re done with all of this reception mess, the two of us are staying in the hotel. I even had them switch my room for the honeymoon suite,” he informs me as he sits back in his seat.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I mumble, my head still in what I’m coming to think of as the Dean haze.
“Yes, mo chuisle, I know I didn’t have to, but it’s what I wanted to do. You and I need some time alone together here before we head home. I’ve put my manager in charge at the club for the week and Mitch is handling everything needed for now. He’ll only bother me if it’s something pressing,” he tells me.
I don’t get a chance to respond as the door opens and Dean’s helping me back out of the limo. It’s then I notice where the reception is being held. Narrowing my eyes, I glance at him to find him giving me a shit-eating grin.
Great, just great.
I won’t be able to get out of this one considering the damn reception is being held at none other than where Dean is staying.
As we make our way inside, I notice the room is already filled with people mingling.
“Behave, mo chuisle, and I’ll reward you later,” Dean murmurs against the top of my head the further we walk into the room.
Glancing up, I give him my fake smile that I use for everything.
“Sure, husband, I’ll be good, and you can reward me later by sleeping on the couch,” I say sweetly, causing him to laugh.
Oh God, I don’t know what’s worse, Dean’s grin or his laugh. They’re both panty-dropping worthy.
Shit, I’m so screwed. If Dean has his way, I’ll be underneath him by the end of the night at this rate rather than him being on the couch.
Chapter 9
Dean
This morning when I woke up later than I anticipated to, I didn’t exactly know what to expect. I’d left Tomás’ house sometime around three in the morning after Mitch, he, and I finished up going over what we had on Kean. I’d been exhausted when I got back to the hotel that soon as I showered and fell into bed I passed right out. The jet lag finally caught up to me and I overslept having not heard my alarm go off. I lift my phone off my nightstand and find I have an obscene number of messages. I ignore the majority of them as they could wait for another time.
I scroll through the ones Tomás sent regarding today’s itinerary, seeing I didn’t have much time to get ready for this afternoon and evening’s festivities. Good thing my mother would have my tux at the church. This was told to me in one of the texts from Tomás. I then go through the text messages Kenyon sent. Only to furrow my brows as I read them.
I’d ordered Kenyon to stay behind to watch over Bridget and to make sure she didn’t try anything stupid such as climb out a fucking window again. The messages he’d sent giving updates on her actions, I find disconcerting as well as childish.
Immediately, I’d dialed her father’s number asking him what the hell was going on. Tomás explained how he’s giving her time to calm down, but she’s being completely stubborn about not coming out to eat. Nor allowing anyone in the room. Evidently, Bridget jimmied something under the door to keep anyone from entering. By the time he gets to the part about her diabetes, I’m beyond livid she’d do something like this.
I jump out of bed, dress in a pair of jeans and polo shirt, and head for the exit. I’ll be back later to move my things to the honeymoon suite and get cleaned up before heading to the church. First, I need to attend to my fiancée and her stubbornness.
Upon entering the house, I don’t stop for pleasantries, merely nodding my head in acknowledgment all while heading in the direction of the woman who consumed my dreams while I slept.
Knocking on the door, I wait only to have her scream out ‘go away’. Yeah, fuck that. Pounding on the door persistently, I finally give up when she screams yet again for me to leave her alone and lift my foot kicking the door off its hinges. I don’t care if I damaged the door to her room. If her father gets mad, I’ll tell him to send me the bill for the repairs.
Finding her on her bed did nothing to appease me. No, she needed to be punished for acting as a child and that’s what I’d done. Her ass looked fucking beautiful with my handprint gracing its flesh.
Honestly, I can’t wait to have my hands on her ass again, except next time I’ll be doing more than spanking her.
It took all my restraint not t
o say fuck it and take her then and there.
However, we didn’t have time. When I have Bridget for the first time, I intend to make sure she’s begging for me to sink my dick deep inside her pussy.
Once I’d gotten my point across, I left the room, found Tomás, and had him get her something to eat. I then left satisfied my fiancée would do as she’d been told. I ran back over to the hotel, showered and shaved, making sure I’m good to go and move my things up to the other suite I’ve booked for Bridget and myself.
I arrived at the church where we were to marry, I should have known better than to think this would be a quaint affair. Nope, Tomás had everything situated, how I don’t know and really don’t care as long as it means, in the end, Bridget becomes mine.
I shouldn’t have been surprised to see my parents there waiting for me after I went and changed into my tux. I knew they were spending time in Ireland and with me getting married they wouldn’t have missed this. Giving my mother a hug, I shook my dad’s hand with a raised brow in question.
“Your mother has had this planned for years,” is all he’d said as his gaze peers over my shoulder.
At the narrowing of his eyes, I turn to see what’s holding his attention. Other than sending a text to them informing them to come to the wedding, I hadn’t spoken to Badger or my cousin since we got her away from Kayne.
So, seeing the bruises marring her skin I can understand my father’s feelings. I hadn’t had the chance to update my father on what’s happened. I quickly do this so he’d understand the way my cousin looks.
Waving them over, I introduced Jordan to my parents and the way my mother had embraced her, I think shocked the both of us. They hadn’t seen Jordan since she’d been a toddler, I think.
Both my parents insisted that Jordan, Badger, and Burner join them in the front as the ceremony was about to begin. Moving to the front, I stood near the priest, holding my breath anxiously waiting for Bridget to make her appearance.
