Riordan's Revenge (Body Count, #3)

by Jolie Vines

“I did.” A pause followed. Her male friend choked. “What the fuck, Cass? Who is he?” “His name’s Riordan.” “Which tells me nothing. Is he dangerous? Why the fuck didn’t ye cuff him?”

“I’ll explain everything. Can ye bring him inside? Be gentle with him. He’s important to me.”

From the first moment of seeing Cassie, I’d wanted her. Attraction had

smacked me down, enough for me to realise I’d needed to push her away. I’d faked a sex act with another woman to deter her interest and cut off mine.

Cassie watched him go. “He isn’t my boyfriend, not exactly, but he is mine.” Hers? My heart thumped out of time. “You’re going to have to walk me through that,” the woman said. Cassie sighed. “He has green eyes.” “Do we think that’s a good enough reason to kidnap someone?”

“Repeat after me. We do not kidnap people we like.” I rolled my eyes but dutifully repeated the words. Lottie inclined her head. “The best way to share our feelings is to talk about them.” Again, I copied her. “Good. Now let’s combine those.” I tried it out. “Kidnapping is the best way to show a man you love him.”

I groaned and pulled a face. “Ye steal one man and everyone thinks you’re crazy.” “I never said that. What I mean is your tough time at college led to the abandonment of your studies, followed by a fair amount of soul-searching over what to do with your life. Then there was the living at Arran’s warehouse.” “It’s no mystery why I was there,” I grumbled.

To my surprise, instead of a snarl, he uttered a bark of a laugh and dropped back down to his seat. “This will be good. Before you do that, I need to know how long I have to stay.” I shrugged. “With me? Forever. In this house, maybe a couple of days?”

admiring his protective instinct and the way his t-shirt rode up his taut stomach in the scrap. The happiest feeling had filled me at the realisation of what I wanted him to be. The big mine statement my brain had made. Instant, complete, and forever. But I couldn’t find the words.

The mayor was the reason I’d pushed Cassie away. I planned to get my own back on him, which had consequences. Falling in love with someone was out of the question when I’d very likely end up dead.

“It turned you on. Driving me to the brink of insanity made you wet. I should fuck you here so anyone who passes understands how I punish you when you behave like you aren’t owned.”

I carried her to the window and pressed her to the glass, fucking her where the whole city could see, and with broken daylight streaking across the sky.

“You belong to me,” I told her. “Every part of you is mine. Whenever I want. If

that’s in the middle of the night, I’m taking you.” Cassie only moaned and urge...