The Hurricane by R. J. Prescott

Author:R. J. Prescott [Prescott, R. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance
Amazon: B00TGNQEA2
Goodreads: 23354073
Publisher: R.J. Prescott
Published: 2015-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

IT WAS CLEAR THAT SHE’D been a very beautiful woman once. How could she not have been? After all, O’Connell had half of her genes. The years of alcohol abuse had obviously taken their toll and no amount of the make-up that she’d towelled on or the too tight clothes could disguise the obvious signs of her aging. When O’Connell looked toward her, she played the doting dutiful mother to perfection. Smiling and gazing at him adoringly, she seemed delighted that her only son had introduced her to the object of his affection. Behind his back, she looked at me with nothing less than pure evil and I had no idea what I’d done to deserve it. I could feel myself withering under the intensity of her animosity. I had been the victim of that look before, and I knew that this meeting would not end well for me. How could I possibly tell that to O’Connell, though? The answer was that I couldn’t, so I did the only thing that I could do. I stuck out my hand and said, “I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise, dear.” She assessed me as she shook my hand.

“Did you enjoy the fight?” I asked her, searching for small talk.

“Of course,” she replied, as though that were patently obvious. “I love to see my son win. What about you, did you enjoy it? Cormac tells me that this is your first fight.”

I answered her as honestly as I could.

“I was proud of him, and I’m glad that he didn’t get hurt.”

“Well, we’re all glad about that, of course,” his mum interjected.

“Hello, Sylvia. It’s a pleasant surprise to see you sober and upright.” Kieran burst into the conversation, and my jaw dropped that he would insult O’Connell’s mum, especially in front of him.

“Kieran, I see that age hasn’t improved your manners at all. Shouldn’t you be out scouting for tonight’s STD-infested whore,” she retorted. I was stunned that they weren’t even pretending to like each other. While Kier and Sylvia ignored any kind of social propriety, O’Connell just looked embarrassed. Removing his arm from around my shoulders, he reached for my hand and gripped it hard, as though he was worried that I would run at any moment. I ran my thumb gently across his hand. I didn’t know if he’d feel it beneath his wraps, but he squeezed my hand in return, and it was like we were having a silent conversation.

“So, are you and my son seeing each other, or are you just tonight’s prize?”

“Ma,” O’Connell growled. Clearly, Sylvia had become bored of playing nice, and O’Connell was beyond pissed. Whether she was saying this to get a rise out of him or me, I wasn’t sure, but by the death grip that he had on my hand, I could tell that he needed some reassurance.

“Don’t be testy, son,” she replied. “It’s not like you’ve ever talked about her before, is it?”

He ground his jaw as he tried not to react to his mother’s baiting, and I was beginning to get a sense of how toxic she was.

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