Filthy Rich (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #2)

by Serena Akeroyd

I wasn’t a man who appreciated weddings, but I was Catholic. Weddings, funerals, and fucking baptisms were our stock-in-trade.

I ignored it all, focused only on her, on the puzzle that I was about to uncover, because all my instincts were telling me something. Something I didn’t fucking like.

“They did a good job, but not good enough. You’ll dance in their blood if you want.”

She knew I’d protect her now, knew I’d honor her, so there was no better time to sign her life into my keeping. And mine into hers.

Eoghan wasn’t mine. He never would be. But me? I was all his.