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He clenches his jaw again and glares at me. "About?" "Allowing our beautiful friend to see what else she can learn for us. Maybe we'll keep her on the payroll indefinitely if she gives us some useful tidbits." Connor shrugs and stops looking at Alina as he searches the room for threats. A habit he's never abandoned since his days in the unorganized street gangs with our men in Dublin. "Do what you want anyway, , I know your plans with Fiorella won't change and now less so, even though this woman thinks she can seduce you" he said showing distaste for my alliance with Alina.

I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

I could walk into that building and ask for a job and a year's salary upfront, and I could save my mother, and I could stop drowning. You are playing a dangerous game. My conscience. I recognized it. I also recognized that Connor despised Rafael. They were stepbrothers, and the hatred between them ran deep in both directions. If Connor found out I was working for Rafael, living in his orbit, carrying his name on my badge, he would go out of his mind. The thought settled in my chest and stayed there, warm and sharp and very satisfying. You are playing a dangerous game, Meris. That was my wolf this time. Different tone. Older, more careful.

Kieran Kieran stares at the figures on the pages in front of him and feels a wave of burning anger in his chest, “Are you absolutely sure this isn’t doctored, Mass?” He asks his youngest brother, who was now pacing the floor anxiously. “I’m fucking certain, Kieran. This is Conor meeting with Phoenix MCC and Marcos Braga before the slaughter at the docks. It’s him, it’s our own fucking brother who is selling us out to these tools.” Massimo responds and punches the wall. “We need to fucking sort this out before more of our men die, Kieran.”

Maxime ; The worst thing about closing at “Meeting Point” isn’t even the hours or the drunk idiots—it’s how the night sticks to you afterward. By the time I drag myself up the stairs to my apartment, I smell like beer foam, bleach, and somebody’s awful cologne, and my feet are threatening legal action. I should be exhausted enough to pass out instantly. Instead, I’m wide awake. Connor McLeod. God. I can still feel his hands on my waist, the scrape of his teeth against my neck, the way he looked at me like he already knew I was screwed.