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The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins #60 Daddy Declan
Catriona POVI came to with a jolt, like surfacing from deep water, cold and disorienting. My head was pounding like I'd chased too many shots of whiskey with a brawl. The room swam into focus. Heavy velvet curtains were drawn against the Highland night, a fire crackling low in the grate, casting shadows that danced over the four poster bed. My bed. In Castle MacLeod. The sheets tangled around my legs, silk whispering against skin that felt too sensitive, too alive.A low rumble pulled my gaze downward. Declan. My Declan, all 6'3 of him crammed into the armchair at the foot of the bed, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows on his knees, those storm-gray eyes locked on me like I was the only thing tethering him to sanity. His shirt hung open at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and scarred from fights I hadn't witnessed and violence I couldn't imagine. His dark hair was tousled, his beard shadowing a jaw clenched tight enough to crack gran
The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins #59 Fuck Around & Find Out
Keiran POVSmoke hung low over the alley, the stink of metal and blood curling in my nose. My pulse still thundered from the fight, every muscle tight, my eyes burning from adrenaline. Two bastards were left breathing. Lucky them.I crouched beside one, grabbed a fistful of his jacket, and slammed him against the wall hard enough that the bricks rattled. “Ye think tranq darts make ye clever, aye?”He spat, half-conscious, half-stupid. “Orders.....just orders.....”I cracked him again, just enough to quiet the noise. “Ye’ll tell us who gave ’em, or I’ll let Rory take ye apart piece by piece.”Behind me, Rory and Niall hauled the second shooter up like a sack of potatoes. Declan had Cat in his arms, her head lollin’ on his shoulder, her dress torn at the thigh where the dart hit. She was breathin’ steady, thank Christ.Callum knelt with Eilidh in his lap. My heart near stopped lookin’ at her pale face. Her hair spilled over his arm like fire snuffed out. Her lashes fluttered but she was
The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins #58 Hit the Deck
Eilidh POVTwo tables over, Cole Harrington and Donovan Kerr stood in a ripple of expensive wool and smugness. They murmured something to the server, and walked out of Unalome without so much as glancing back. I didn’t follow them with my eyes. Didn’t blink in their direction. I lifted my glass and felt the neat, clean burn of whisky roll over my tongue like fire choosing to behave.“We’re ignorin’ them,” I said, my voice soft but absolute.Callum’s hand tightened on my knee under the table, a single steady press. “Aye.” Keiran’s mouth curved, but his gaze stayed on me, not the door. “Good lass.”The exhale around our table was almost comical. Declan’s shoulders dropped a fraction, Rory’s jaw unclenched, Niall stopped trying to saw the stem off his wineglass with his stare. Cat slouched back in her chair and fanned herself with the menu.“Thank God,” she said. “I did not come here to watch your past fling his insecurity all over the tartare.”I snorted into my whisky and set the glass
The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins #57- Fancy Dinner
Eilidh POV They held me so tight I could barely breathe, and for once I didn’t mind. Their heartbeats thudded against my ears, steady and fierce like war drums.When they eased back, Keiran’s hands stayed firm on my shoulders, eyes pinning me like I could bolt. “From now on, ye don’t step outside without one o’ us.”I blinked. “One of ye? Always?”Callum’s jaw flexed. “Aye. And if we cannae be there, ye’ll have an armed guard. No exceptions.”“Lads, I’m no’ a prisoner...”Keiran’s glare cut me cold. “Ye nearly were, Eilidh. We’re no’ lettin’ that happen again.”The certainty in his tone turned my stomach inside out.Cat finally chimed in from her perch on the sofa. “It’s hot when men go full caveman, but I’d like to point out this means my shopping buddy is officially on a leash.”The twins didn’t flinch. Callum just squeezed my hand. “We ken ye want freedom, mo chridhe, but we want ye alive more.”I sighed. “Fine. But if I’m havin’ shadows, they’d better keep up, and carry my blood
The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins #56 Alley Snatch
Eilidh POVCat was already plotting which coffee shop to drag us into when my heel snagged the edge of a cracked bit of pavement. I went to steady myself, and a hand clamped over my mouth from behind.I barely had time to think before I was yanked backwards into a narrow alley between two buildings, the stink of stale beer and garbage smacking my senses. My back hit a wall hard enough to knock the breath from me.“Shut it,” a voice hissed in my ear, the hand over my mouth pressing tighter. My wrists were wrenched together in one meaty grip as the bastard tried to haul me deeper into the shadows.Oh hell no.I drove my heel down into his foot, grinding hard until he yelped. He lost his grip for half a second, just enough for me to twist and slam my elbow into his ribs.I ripped his hand off my mouth and screamed, voice sharp enough to slice the air. “DECLAN!”The shout echoed down the street, and I heard it, the pounding boots of three men who were about to make this bastard regret his
The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins #55 Outing
Eilidh POVI woke alone, the sheets still warm from where the twins had been tangled with me last night. The quiet in the room was strange, and almost too calm.By the time I slipped out of bed, there was a fresh silk robe draped neatly over the arm of the chaise, one of the maids must’ve been in. Black, soft as sin, smelling faintly of lavender. I pulled it around me, cinching the sash, and padded into the bathroom.The hot shower steamed up the marble in seconds, water beating down on me until my muscles loosened and the haze in my head started to lift. When I finally stepped out, the mirror was fogged, my skin flushed, and I felt ready to play dress up.The closet was a treasure chest. I went for the black dress, short, fitted and dangerous, the kind that made you feel like you could ruin lives just by breathing. Black heels to match, a sweep of curls falling over my shoulders, and makeup sharp enough to kill. I slid on my favorite gold hoops and a delicate chain, checked my reflec
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