Irish Reign: An Irish Mafia Jane Eyre Retelling Billionaire Marriage of Convenience Romance (Diamond Ring Irish Mob Trilogy Book 3) by Alix Key

Author:Alix Key [Key, Alix]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Jane Eyre, Angst, Retelling, Gothic, Crime, Dark, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Naughty Bits (aka PWP), Tortured Hero
ISBN: 9781950184736
Goodreads: 205196608
Publisher: Diamond Freeport Press
Published: 2024-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

21

BRAIDEN

Samantha’s face is streaked with tears. Her neck is marked with scarlet fingerprints, and her jaw too. Her top is pulled out of her trousers.

I was a fool to let her leave home this morning. I should have locked her in our bedroom. Tied her to our bed. Poured sugar into the Bentley’s petrol tank.

It’s my job to protect her. I’ll give my life to keep her safe. And if that means driving all the way from Philly to knock Antonio Russo’s too-white teeth down his feckin’ throat, I’m ready, willing, and able.

“Braiden!” Samantha says, her voice high and tight. She looks as guilty as a nun caught with her lips around a priest’s prick. Refusing to meet my furious gaze, she staggers back a few feet.

Good girl. She’s given me room to shoulder between her and the goombah shite who’s shrugging his jacket back into place. As Russo shoots his cuffs with careful precision, I see Samantha wipe the back of one hand across her lips. If that shitehawk forced his tongue down her throat, I’ll rip out his diamond cufflinks and jam the metal posts through his eyes.

Better yet, I’ll slice his throat open, and spit down his windpipe while he bleeds out on the freeport floor. Executing the shitehawk now just seems like efficient time management. I know I’ll have to finish the job one day or another.

Samantha tweaks the waistband of her trousers, straightening the seams that animal twisted, and I actually see scarlet.

“Braiden,” she says again, and this time I catch a hint of warning in her tone. I twitch her tentative fingers off my arm, using the motion to better block Russo from so much as glancing at her.

The gobshite is smart enough to notice my balled-up fists. But he’s fool enough to say, “Giovanna was just welcoming me to the freeport.”

“I’m sure Samantha was doing her job.”

“It is fascinating, the things a girl can be paid to do these days.”

He’s calling my wife a whore, and I barely keep from smashing the shite-eating grin from his face. But Samantha has a plan. Samantha has a goal. If I can manage not to murder the fecker, she’ll see Russo in jail for a very long time, stripped of his money and his power.

I won’t be satisfied until he’s feeding catfish at the bottom of the Schuylkill River. Preferably after every joint in his body is broken and he’s been carved into bite-size pieces.

But I promised Samantha I’d try her way first. Forcing myself to relax my hands, I cast a quick glance over my shoulder. “Ready to go home, piscín?”

Samantha is wary, like a cat in a room full of strangers. She says, “I need some files from my office.”

“I’ll wait for you here.” I won’t let Russo follow her out of this room.

She leaves the door open, probably thinking that will keep me from murdering the goombah prick. She should know better than that by now.

I try to sound like I’m talking about the weather when I say, “Touch my wife again, and I’ll have your hands for paperweights.

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