Reckless by Vi Carter

Author:Vi Carter [Vi Carter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary Romance, Mafia Romance, Irish Mafia Romance, organized crime, O'Reagan Family, prequel
Publisher: HP
Published: 2019-12-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Margret Hegarty

My mother makes tea to celebrate, she does the best with what she has but having Michael sitting at our table is more than I could have wished for. I can’t take my eyes off him. My husband. I’m smiling around mouthfuls of food. I’m eating without tasting. I’m even managing to ignore my father’s watchful and most likely disapproving eye. My stomach lifts and drops every time Michael’s eye meets mine. Marriage has such a strong meaning. It’s the two of us forever. It’s me giving myself to him. His hands on my flesh. My skin burns at the thought and I push it away remembering that my parents were either side of me.

“So where will my daughter be living?” My father’s gruff question doesn’t alter my mood. It’s exciting to think I will live somewhere else.

“Whitewood house.” There’s a lull in the room. I can’t believe he’s saying he lives in Whitewood house.

“On the grounds?” My mother asks.

Michael’s smile is quick. “No. Mrs Hegarty. In the main house. It’s mine. Well, will be mine and Margret’s soon.”

My father coughs loudly but I’m picturing what the inside of my new home would look like. Color rises up my chest. What our home must look like compared to his. Whitewood house was a mansion and a fascination to most of us in the area. It was gated, and you only got to see through the gates but the white house was far off in the distance. All of a sudden this felt like a fairy-tale.

“Where will you get married?” My father fires the question at Michael more forcefully.

“That would of course be Margret’s choice.”

I know my mother is watching me expectantly. “My parents married here in Monalty church,” I say and Michael nods.

“Monalty church it will be then.”

“More tea?” My mother is half standing ready to pour looking prouder by the second. My father declines and it’s then I notice he hasn’t touched anything on his plate.

My mother holds most of the conversation about my dress and what food would be served. Each time I look to Michael he smiles and tells me it is all up to me. He looks so relaxed in our home. My father is growing more and more sullen and he doesn’t stop even long after Michael leaves with a promise of returning tomorrow evening.

Once he’s gone, my father can’t seem to hold his anger in any longer.

“David, please.” My mother’s warning falls on deaf ears.

“How can you sit there knowing what that man does for a living?”

Something uncomfortable slithers up my spine. I wasn’t sure what he did, I just knew you didn’t cross him and it wasn’t above board.

“He loves our daughter.” My mother sounds so sincere her words have me looking at her.

“Love. You would base all this on love?” Anger swipes across the table like a wet cloth and I want to evacuate the kitchen.

“Why not? Maybe it will be enough.” My mother holds her head up high as she speaks.

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