Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Cillian barely waited for the office door to close before he was in Aiden’s face. “I have done everything you asked of me and more, and never once did we agree on giving Keira to that monster. Christ, Aiden, she’s a kid. He’ll eat her alive.”
He won’t have her.
He couldn’t say it, couldn’t tip his hand in the least. Cillian was as trustworthy as they came, but he was well on his way to being married to Dmitri Romanov’s half sister. Olivia claimed she wanted nothing to do with Dmitri, but she still allowed him access to her two-year-old daughter, Hadley, on a regular basis. Aiden didn’t think his brother or future sister-in-law would betray him…but he couldn’t risk it.
Not with the number of lives at stake.
So he let his face fall into the familiar cold lines, the mask of the new leader of the O’Malley family. “You aren’t the one who makes that decision.”
Cillian fell back a step. “You’re fucking kidding me. What the hell did Dmitri say in that meeting that was tantalizing enough to get you to agree to this? Why now, when you’ve held him off for a goddamn year?”
I got an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up.
He couldn’t say it aloud. Every part of this plan depended on a precarious balance that anything could upset. Dmitri needed to believe the lie, so that meant Aiden’s family needed to believe the lie as well. “Keira is an adult. She’s more than capable of meeting the demands of the family.” As if I’d actually ask that of her. Aiden had seen all too clearly the pain and suffering that came from arranged marriages, and he had no intention of subjecting his baby sister to it.
“Sure. Whatever the hell you say—because that’s worked out so well for the rest of our sisters.” Cillian shook his head. “You’re going to lose her, too, Aiden. We’re going to lose her.”
Not if I can help it. He slid his hands into his pockets, the very picture of polite disinterest. “She’ll be here shortly. Can you contain yourself, or do I need to ask you to wait outside?”
The look his brother gave him was filled to the brim with disgust and disappointment, the twin judgments lodging in Aiden’s throat like a blade.
“I’ll keep my mouth shut like a good boy.” Cillian dropped into one of the chairs in front of the desk.
“Good.” It didn’t matter what Cillian thought of him. All that mattered was the end goal. If his remaining family despised him by the time that came around…so be it. At least they’d be alive to hate him.
The door opened, and Keira stumbled in. She looked like shit, dark circles beneath her eyes, her face drawn from losing weight that she couldn’t afford to lose, her hair wild and uncombed. She blinked dilated eyes at him, none of her usual arrogance present. “I take it my time is up.”
“Sit.” He motioned to the empty chair.
Some of the customary fire sparked in her eyes. “I’ll stand.”
There was no delicate way to put this, and she wouldn’t thank him for trying to sugarcoat it. “We’re in talks regarding you marrying Dmitri Romanov. Negotiations will begin shortly for the wedding itself and the living arrangements. I suspect, having waited this long, Romanov will want to expedite things.”
He watched her, fully expecting a meltdown. Keira wasn’t exactly the most even-keeled and obedient of his siblings. It would have been so easy to pull her aside, to tell her that he had no intention of letting Romanov lay his filthy hands on her, but he needed her and everyone else in his family to respond authentically every step of the way. That meant no one could know the truth.
But his baby sister just shrugged, like this was exactly what she’d expected. “Okay.”
He exchanged a look with Cillian, and the fury his brother was directing at him was stifling. Aiden took a deep breath. “Good. You’re under house arrest until this is ironed out.”
That got a response. Her chin jerked up, her shoulders going back. “Fuck that.”
“It’s nonnegotiable. You’re putting yourself in danger every time you go to one of those goddamn parties, and it ends now.” Frankly, he was a little surprised that Romanov hadn’t just taken Keira. He could have last year when he’d delivered her to their front door, a warning no one dared ignore. That he hadn’t taken her indicated he was playing a deeper game than any of them could begin to guess.
After that little incident, Aiden had put Mark on Keira’s detail. They’d never lost her again, and since he always knew where she was, he hadn’t been required to curtail her nighttime wanderings.
Things had changed. “I’ll nail your window shut myself if I have to, but you’re not leaving this house without an escort.”