by L. A. Casey
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Branna
a Slater Brothers novella
Copyright © 2017 by L.A. Casey
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Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Preview of DAMIEN
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Branna and Ryder lovers—BRANNA is for you guys,
because God knows you’ve wanted it to release more than me.
:)
Having a near-death experience at the hands of a psychopathic lunatic was not something I would ever forget but I was doing a damn good job trying. My family, on the other hand, were not. It was constantly on their minds and wasn’t something they could just sweep under the carpet. I understood that and, while I loved their attentiveness and concern for my mental health, I was a hair away from admitting myself into an asylum to get away from the overbearing freaks.
I hated thinking that because it made me sound ungrateful. I wasn’t ungrateful. I really got it. I got where they were coming from. When I was kidnapped five months ago and put through the wringer by Big Phil—an American arsehole who was now six feet under—my family could only be expected to hover. If they didn’t constantly surround me, I could have possibly dealt with my situation differently. Even though I refused to give the scumbag any power over me, even in death, I appreciated my family being there as a backbone for me in case I did break.
I didn’t, though.
Luckily, I kept my shit together and didn’t let Big Phil in. Sometimes, I had the occasional night terror where I would dream of what happened and wake up in a cold sweat, but it never made me fear falling asleep. The Health Board that oversaw the maternity hospital I worked at appointed me to see a therapist that had to sign off on whether I was mentally stable enough to continue working. I was originally signed on for six sessions with her, but that rolled into twenty before she was convinced I was mentally okay. She signed off on me—thank God—and she admitted to being surprised that I wasn’t more of a wreck after what I had been through. The only reason I could think as to why I wasn’t totally unstable was because my mind and heart had been put through way worse when I spent a year and a half being at my lowest point over Ryder Slater.
He was a unique man with a very unique past. I would usually only read about the things he and his four brothers had been through in books or see on films. Getting involved with him wasn’t scary; I fell in love with him so fast that it made my head spin, but it clouded my senses and judgment. Because of that, I allowed myself to become close to a person who had enemies and instantly became a prime target for those enemies.
My little sister, Bronagh, found her own way to Ryder’s younger brother, Dominic. My best friend, Aideen Collins, got tied up with Ryder’s other brother, Kane. Aideen’s best friend, Keela Daley, got tangled up with Ryder’s other brother, Alec. And Bronagh’s best friend, Alannah Ryan, was briefly involved with the youngest of the Slater brothers—Damien. That association put them all at risk.
Literally all of them.
When my sister was eighteen, she was kidnapped by a disgusting excuse for a human being named Marco Miles who wanted to use her as a bargaining chip to keep the brothers under his thumb—Damien and Alannah were also taken as insurance. Damien remembered everything that happened, but Alannah had no clue other than she “fainted,” and we decided to keep it that way. She was pure, and we weren’t sure if she could handle the brothers’ past, and what she was involved in, without breaking down. Keela was taken by the same arsehole a few years later in a bid to get revenge on the brothers for destroying his empire. Nearly two years ago, Aideen was attacked and almost burned alive while she was pregnant with her son, Jax, because another scumbag named Big Phil wanted revenge on Kane for killing his paedophile son many years ago. That same son of a bitch abducted me a few months ago to draw Kane out so he could finally get the revenge he had always wanted.
All attempts backfired.
You would think after it happening so much that we would kind of get used to the idea of someone in our circle being kidnapped and tortured, but nope, it was hard to digest each time we found ourselves in a situation like that. The only thing we could be thankful for was that everyone from the brothers’ past who had ill will against them were dead, so we didn’t have to worry about anything happening to any of us ever again.
Which, let me tell you, was immensely relieving.
Because of what we had been through, I understood and validated my family’s behaviour. That being said, it was a struggle all the same to deal with because my little sister was possibly the most overbearing out of everyone. She was slowly driving me crazy. Ryder, my newly wedded husband, was bad, but he didn’t have a patch on Bronagh. She had become my shadow since my attack, but she recently stepped up her game and stuck to me like glue after my surprise wedding and pregnancy announcement three weeks ago.
I was now married to the love of my life and expecting his baby, and this sent Bronagh into full alert. She was constantly in I-will-take-on-God-himself-to-protect-my-sister mode. I couldn’t be mad at her for it, even though she did sometimes make me question why I didn’t file for a restraining order against her. She meant well—that was what I kept repeating to myself whenever the urge to pick the phone and call the Garda arose.
The urge was dangerously tempting at the current moment.
“Bee.” I chortled as I placed a folded pair of leggings into my suitcase. “You know I’m goin’ on me honeymoon, right? That kind of means you can’t come.”
I still couldn’t believe I was going on a real honeymoon. Ryder surprised me with a wedding, a truly beautiful wedding that was more than I could have ever dreamed of. When I thought about it, and how all of those I loved were involved in it, I still got giddy and checked my left hand for my ring just to make sure it was real and that I didn’t just make believe it happened.
I was really married to Ryder Slater, and I loved every single second of it.
We were leaving for our little getaway later in the evening, and since I’d worked more shifts than usual over the past month, it meant I left all my packing until the last m
inute. I wasn’t stressed about it. In fact, I wasn’t worried about it in the slightest because Ryder and I were going to a cabin deep in a private woodland three hours away, where we wouldn’t need much of anything. The package deal Ryder bought was an all-inclusive secluded getaway. The cabin we would be staying in would have enough food and supplies for the two weeks we would be there. It was originally only supposed to be a one-week visit, but Ryder extended it for us to have extra alone time. He even picked some additional goodies, since my appetite and sweet tooth had been growing with each added week into my pregnancy.
I had been daydreaming about it since Ryder told me about the fantasy trip after we got married. We were both constantly surrounded by our family, and people in general, so going somewhere where it was going to be just the two of us for two whole weeks had me twisted up in all kind of knots. The good kind of knots that my husband would surely spend hours working out with his hands, mouth, and coc—“Branna, are you even listenin’ to me?”
I jumped when Bronagh’s voice cut off my train of thought, and I hoped my guilt didn’t show on my face.
I cleared my throat. “Of course.”
My sister deadpanned, “What did I just say then?”
Shite.
“Um... you were sayin’ that... you... that you should come on the honeymoon with us regardless of what Ryder and everyone else thinks... right?”
My sister raised her brows. “Oh, you were listenin’. Sorry.”
I would have thought myself psychic for guessing correctly if I didn’t know my sister so well. She had become shockingly predictable over the last few weeks. I knew her every move before she played it, and it helped keep me sane because I knew when she was about to pull something insane.
Like now, I silently grumbled.
“So yeah,” Bronagh continued. “I should go. I will stay in me own room with Georgie ‘cause I obviously have to bring ‘er. We won’t bother you both but—”
“No,” I cut her off.
She narrowed her eyes at me and said, “Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t go.”
I could have listed millions, but I went with the most important one.
“Because it’s me honeymoon.”
“So?” Bronagh huffed. “We can make it a familymoon and—”
I cut my sister off with joyous laughter, and it irked her.
“You’re actin’ the maggot now,” she grumbled. “I’m bein’ dead serious about this.”
That was what made it so funny.
“Bee, would you want me to come along on your honeymoon?” I asked and smirked knowingly. “Think about it very hard now. While you and Dominic are lovin’ each other as hard as you possibly could, would you want me in the next room gettin’ a play by play of each nip, kiss, slap, and thrust?”
Bronagh’s face scrunched up in distaste.
“For God’s sake! Why’d you have to go and word it like that?” she asked, and shivered in what I think was disgust.
I loved that we were both adults, but sometimes, I could still gross her out when it came to conversing about sex. It reminded me of our ten-year age gap and that she was still my little sister even though she didn’t act like it a lot of the time. She was grown and had a child now, but she was still the annoying brat who touched my stuff growing up, and no one could ever change that. Not even her.
I smiled affectionately. “Because you know what you and Dominic would do with all that alone time. It’s exactly what me and Ryder will be doin’.”
She folded her arms across her chest and said nothing further. I waited for her to mull it over in her mind, and when she sighed, I knew she was going to relent and not press the issue any longer.
“Fine.” She dramatically threw her arms up in the air. “I give up. Go have wild monkey sex with your husband for two weeks, and I’ll hold down the fort here.”
I lifted my hand in the air, and she snorted as she raised her arm and slapped her palm against mine.
“Good lookin’ out, sis.” I winked.
“If you weren’t already pregnant,” she mused, “you would be by the time you come home.”
I simpered. “I know; Ryder is so excited that we don’t have to use condoms anymore.”
Bronagh blinked. “You weren’t on birth control before?”
I shook my head. “The pill doesn’t agree with me, and the bar in me arm gave me constant headaches. Do you remember before the lads came into our lives I’d cry with the pain before I got it removed?”
Concern washed over my sister’s face.
“Yeah, that sucked.”
I nodded in agreement. “You can say that again.”
“So you and Ry have just been usin’ johnnies this entire time?” she asked, her eyebrows raised with curiosity.
“Yep.”
“I wouldn’t have just trusted that. After Dominic and I had sex for the first time and after the whole Marco bullshit, I went on the pill straight away. I was terrified I’d get pregnant ‘cause we were goin’ at it so much.”
My lips quirked. “You can talk about sex with Dominic, but I can’t talk about sex with Ryder?”
“You can, but it just freaks me out sometimes.”
I chuckled. “I’m only teasin’, but yeah, for us, condoms worked. Once or twice, they broke, but Ryder noticed it straight away and changed them or pulled out.”
“Change the topic.” Bronagh squealed. “Seriously.”
I gleefully laughed, but quickly shut my mouth when a high-pitched cry sounded from downstairs. My sister sighed and lifted her hands to her breasts as she said, “Georgie’s hungry.”
We listened and smiled when we heard the cries get louder as heavy footsteps walked up the stairs accompanied by cooing and kissing sounds. Dominic was bringing his daughter up to Bronagh, and he was doing it in typical daddy fashion. When he entered my room, he locked eyes on Bronagh, and for a second, his pupils dilated. I loved when I caught a glimpse of the second he landed his eyes on her. It was as if he got an instant reaction just from seeing her, and was discovering all over again that she was his. I had noticed it back when he looked at her when they were just kids, and his reaction to her hadn’t faltered in the slightest over the years.
“Mini Pretty Girl is hungry,” he said, his eyes still trained on Bronagh as he swayed Georgie from side to side.
My sister held her arms out with a sigh. “She’s always hungry.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Dominic said as he crossed the room, and lowered Georgie into her mother’s arms.
My niece, who was still fussing, settled when Bronagh opened a small zip on her t-shirt under her left breast exposing her nipple to her daughter only. Georgie instantly latched on and began feeding, though she continued to fuss.
I loved the breastfeeding clothing Dominic had gotten Bronagh. She loved breastfeeding but didn’t feel comfortable doing it in public. Before the clothes, she would go somewhere private to feed her daughter, but now, she could feed her anywhere. The pieces were stylish, trendy, and looked completely normal, but around the breast area, underneath each boob, was a tiny zip that could be opened to reveal the nipple. The baby got to feed, and the mother wasn’t exposed at all. It was brilliant, and I loved Dominic that bit more for researching online and finding out about them when Bronagh expressed just how uncomfortable she felt when feeding in public.
Georgie hated being under a cover, and Bronagh hated not being able to use one, but now, it was all taken care of.
I couldn’t wait to get some pieces of the clothing for my own wardrobe.
“Ow!” Bronagh suddenly hissed gaining both my and Dominic’s attention.
I winced. “Did she bite you?”
Bronagh nodded as she adjusted her nipple in Georgie’s mouth.
“One tiny tooth has cut through on her upper gum, and it’s been grazin’ me through nearly every feed.”
“She’ll learn to keep them away when her teeth cut through fully. Right now, it’s probabl
y irritatin’ ‘er too.”
Bronagh nodded as she looked from Georgie to me. “She had us up for a few hours last night cryin’. ‘Er cheeks were roarin’ red, and she was gnawin’ on everythin’. I put some teethin’ rings in the freezer yesterday, and when I gave ‘er one along with some teethin’ gel to numb ‘er gums, it relaxed ‘er. The coolness and somethin’ to chew on settled ‘er and eventually put ‘er back to sleep.”
I frowned. “Teethin’ sucks.”
“I just hate that she’s hurting, and we can’t do much about it,” Dominic said and leaned down to kiss Georgie’s head.
Bronagh smiled at him then at me, she said, “You should have seen ‘im. He was jumpin’ around and pretendin’ to get scared every time she screeched, which made ‘er laugh. He was even singin’ in an attempt to distract ‘er from ‘er pain. It was so cute.”
I aww’d out loud, and Dominic glared at me then at Bronagh.
“I’m ripped with manliness,” he said to her, puffing out his chest. “Don’t call me cute.”
Stupid thing to say.
“But you’re me cutie mac cutie cute pie,” my sister crooned.
I laughed while Dominic growled.
I looked down at my niece when she suddenly started crying.
“Georgie, baby, please don’t do this again.” Bronagh sighed.
I frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“The last two weeks, she will latch on then unlatch and make sounds like she is heavin’. I’ve had to kind of sway her into feedin’ lately, but it’s like she is fightin’ me on it. I can’t remember the last time she just drank ‘er fill and didn’t fuss.”
Uh-oh.
“It’s buggin’ me,” Bronagh continued. “She’s missed more than a whole feed nearly every day. When she does nurse, it doesn’t last long, and it’s messin’ with me supply. I had to pump extra last night, but I didn’t get much in the end.”
I bit my lip, and my sister saw it.
“What?” she asked.
I shook my head in response.
“Branna,” she pressed.
