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

by Serena Akeroyd

As he got on with the ceremony, I tilted my head to the side. “I will make them pay for beating you.” She stiffened. “I-I…they didn’t.” “Bullshit.” Another flinch. “Don’t lie to me, Inessa,” I warned, and as Doyle droned on, I whispered, “They did a good job, but not good enough. You’ll dance in their blood if you want.”

She was mine to protect, mine to defend, just fucking mine. Unlike every other aspect of my life, I wouldn’t have to share her. Not with my brothers, not with the family, not with the Five Points. She belonged to me, and Eoghan O’Donnelly protected what belonged to him. That was a fucking fact.

“I vow that I will not betray you…so long as you don’t betray me.” The addition had him blowing out a breath, but he grabbed the scissors from me and mirrored my action. Blood spilled once more, more of it staining my dress, and he stated, “If you think I’ve betrayed you, before you think to break this vow, you will talk to me about it first.”

It was human nature for the good to blur and for the bad to stick out like a sore thumb.

No other fucker had touched her, tasted her, kissed her, screwed her. Every inch of her belonged to me. I never had to share her, hadn’t shared her with anyone. Every inch of her was innocent, mine to corrupt. Mine to teach. If brains could orgasm, then I’d just come.

“You touched her period. She’s mine to touch,” I snarled, my temper snapping off its leash at his paltry excuse. “You don’t lay a fucking finger on her, or I’ll consider this my barely touching you, and the next time, I’ll blow your fucking head off. Do you understand me?”