All Chapters of The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

61 Chapters

#40 Big Fancy Bed

Eilidh POV The moving company arrived with white glove specialists hauling my grand piano, massive headboards, and imported antiques up spiral staircases. Deliveries started flying in from every high end furniture and decor store Cat and I had cleared out last week in LA. Rugs, custom lighting, marble end tables, massive framed art, and literal chandeliers. “Back! Be careful with that!” I hollered at one of the movers, flailing toward the twelve foot gilded mirror I'd imported from Paris. “That’s older than half the bloody country!” Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more overwhelmed, she showed up. Bianca Devayne, interior designer to the stars, creative director of Divine Aesthetic in Beverly Hills, and a certified menace in Gucci heels. She swanned in like she owned the damn place, tossing her platinum hair and snapping her fingers at her well dressed crew of designers, stylists, and custom craftsmen. “Sweetheart, this place is STUNNING,” she gasped, clutching her pearl

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

#41 Completely Whole

Eilidh POVI was still fucking trembling.Breathless. Slick. Mind fucking shattered from the orgasm they just tore out of me. My wrists were free, but my body? Still bound in the thickest, dirtiest lust I’d ever fucking known.The blindfold stayed on. I didn’t want to see. I wanted to feel. “Still breathin’, lass?” Keiran whispered with a smirk in his voice.Barely. "Good," Callum purred. "Because we're nae done."Their hands were on me again, one set gripping my thighs, spreading me wide. The other pinning my wrists to the bed again, not tied, but held. Controlled. My body twitched when Callum dragged his tongue across my nipples, slow, then hard, then bit just enough to make me gasp.“Sensitive, are ye?” he asked, smug as sin. "Aye," I moaned. "Fuckin ayee."Slap. Another smack on my thigh. Then one on my clit. I damn near levitated. “Too much?” Keiran asked, voice a fucking growl between my legs.“Nae enough,” I whispered, wrecked and starving. They fucking laughed, dark and low, t

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

#42 Empire Loading

Eilidh POVThe Next Morning....I woke up with my head nestled between two firm chests, tangled in limbs and blankets, sore in all the best ways. All I could smell was cedarwood, sin, and sleep.The twins were still out cold, one snoring softly, the other twitching in a dream, probably something dirty knowing Callum’s brain. I wiggled free with a sleepy grin, pulled on a robe, and padded down the massive stone hallway barefoot, trailing the scent of sex and sandalwood behind me.The kitchen was already buzzing. Declan stood shirtless in tartan pajama pants, flipping pancakes with a confidence that screamed “I’ve done this hungover on a pirate ship before.”Cat was at the espresso machine, frothing milk like a damn barista, her hair up in a chaotic top knot, Declan’s t-shirt still drowning her like a sexy sleep dress.Rory and Niall were arguing about how crispy bacon should be, while the other boys had scrambled eggs going, hash browns frying, and a literal tower of toast already buil

Last Updated : 2025-09-12

#43 A Very NOT Welcome

Eilidh POVThe smell of dinner was already winding through the castle by the time I wandered into the kitchen. Holy hell, it was like walking into a Michelin star dream. Copper pots gleamed under the warm lights, something rich and herby was simmering in a giant stockpot, and the long marble counters were lined with trays of fresh bread, bowls of roasted vegetables, and enough meats to make a carnivore cry.Chef Ambrose was directing like a general in his element, his sleeves rolled up, tie gone, a tea towel slung over one shoulder. “If we can time the roast an’ the salmon tae finish within three minutes o’ each other, we’ll plate hot fer everyone.”The kitchen head, a petite woman named Maeve with the face of someone’s sweet granny but the knife skills of a ninja, gave him a proud nod. “Already on it, sir.”I rolled up my sleeves. “Where do ye need me?”“Not liftin’ a damn finger, lass,” Niall said, appearing behind me with a glass of wine and that bossy older brother vibe he liked t

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

#44 Attack

Eilidh POVLater that night....I’d barely drifted off when the whole bloody castle shook. The sound ripped me out of sleep, heart hammering like I’d just run ten flights of stairs.One second I was warm and tangled between Callum and Keiran, the next I was bolt upright in the massive bed, trying to figure out if I was dreaming or if the world had just gone to hell.Then I heard it. Glass shattering. Metal screaming as it bent. The deep, bone shaking thud of something heavy hitting the ground.“Christ Almighty..stay put, lass,” Callum growled, already swinging out of bed, muscles flexing as he grabbed for his gun.“Aye, like hell I’m stayin’ put,” I shot back, throwing the covers off and grabbing my silk robe.By the time we hit the hallway, Rory, Niall, and Declan were spilling out of their suites, all armed to the teeth. Rory’s laptop was already open, his fingers flying across the keys. “Security feed’s cut,” he barked. “That’s nae a bloody accident.”“Backup generators?” Keiran as

Last Updated : 2025-09-14

#45 Lock Down

Eilidh POVI woke to sunlight spilling across the massive bed. Callum and Keiran were wrapped around me like a human security blanket. My body felt wrung out, my head a little fuzzy, but I was alive, safe, and breathing easier than I had the night before.By the time we dragged ourselves downstairs, the castle was already buzzing. SUVs lined up in the courtyard, the sound of boots on stone echoing up from the entry. More of the twins’ men had arrived, ten in total. They were massive, grim faced, and armed to the teeth. And another wave of guards for the estate perimeter.Cat was in the dining hall her, hair up in a silk scarf, her robe tied dramatically as she fanned herself with a linen napkin. “Darling, I barely survived last night. I’m fragile. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. I require pastries, caffeine, and possibly an on site therapist.”“Ye’re fine, ye daft wee queen,” Rory muttered as he set down a tray of bacon. “Ye were screamin’ for somebody to bring ye chocolate twe

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

#46 Good Girl

Eilidh POVThe door clicked shut behind them as the last of the movers left. I barely had time to breathe before Keiran backed me into the wall, his palm flat against the stone beside my head. “Ye were shakin’ at breakfast, lass. Cannae have that.”Callum circled behind me, his warm breath brushing my ear. “We’ll keep ye safe. But we’ll also make sure ye forget every damn thing that’s got ye worried.”The weight of them, the heat, the sheer command in their voices melted away the lingering fear. Somewhere down the hall, I could hear the guards shifting position and the low murmur of radios. But here, in this locked suite, it was just me and my two Scottish devils.Keiran tilted my chin up with his knuckles, slow and deliberate. “So, lass… distraction it is?” Callum growled in approval as he crowded me against the wall beside Keiran. “Ye’ve nae idea how long I’ve been wantin’ tae get ye alone, lass,” he growled. His voice was low, dark, and dangerous in that delicious brogue. “Wee thi

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

#47 Time to Hunt

Eilidh POVI woke to the low hum of voices, the deep rumble of Callum and Keiran talking somewhere close. My body still ached from what they’d done to me earlier, but the moment I opened my eyes, the knot in my chest reminded me exactly why I’d needed that distraction.Someone had attacked my home. My new home. The memory of the noise, the jolt of terror, the rush of adrenaline, it all came back in a blink, souring the comfort of the warm, solid bodies pressed to me. Callum noticed the change in my breathing instantly, his hand slow as it traced my hip. “Easy, lass. Ye’re safe. We’re right here.”“Aye, I ken that,” I muttered, my voice low and rough. “But safe doesnae mean I’m no’ bloody ragin’.”Keiran sat up against the headboard, hair a mess, eyes sharp. “Ye think it was that Cole bastard?”“Who else would have the brass balls tae pull somethin’ like this?” I snapped, pushing myself up. The blanket slipped to my waist, but modesty was long gone between us. “The timing’s too perfect

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

#48 The Game has Changed

Eilidh POVDeclan pushed his chair back and stood, sliding his gun into the holster at his side. “I’ll check with our contacts at the docks. Sometimes the gossip there’s better than any official source.”Cat arched an eyebrow at him, smirking. “And by ‘check,’ you mean throw someone off a pier if they lie to you.”He winked. “Only if they deserve it.”Chef Ambrose emerged from the kitchen again, wiping his hands on a towel. “If ye need someone followed, I’ve a few suppliers who owe me favours. They ken better than tae refuse me.”Mr. Sterling adjusted his cufflinks with the precision of a man who could slit a throat without wrinkling his shirt. “And I shall ensure the castle security is impenetrable. No one gets in or out without my knowing.”Saoirse leaned on the doorway, a faint grin on her lips. “If ye need tae chase someone across country, I’ll keep the horses warmed up an’ ready. Can’t outrun a beast with four legs.”I pushed my chair back, standing so I could meet every single o

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

#49 Glasgow

Declan POVThe wind coming off the water was sharp enough to bite straight through my coat. Salt clung in the air, mixing with oil, wet rope, and the stale tang of fish that never really left the docks. Gulls screamed overhead, diving in lazy arcs, their cries echoing off corrugated steel walls and rusted containers.I’d split from Rory and Niall after the pub, heading down the slick, narrow lane that led to the cargo docks. This was my turf. Most of the workers here knew me, and the ones who didn’t still knew better than to ask questions.The man I was after sat where he always did, on an upturned crate beside a pile of old lobster pots, a hand rolled cigarette burning low between his fingers. Fergus MacBride had been running “unofficial” dock ledgers longer than I’d been alive. “Fergus,” I called, my boots hitting the damp boards with a steady thump.He looked up, squinting through the smoke. “Christ, lad, ye look like ye’ve just crawled out o’ a grave. Whit’s got yer knickers twist

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

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