IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance (12 page)

“Then we’ll never have kids,” she said, “she can’t hurt our family if it’s just us.”

“But I want to put a baby in ye,” I growled and pulled her against me. I stared down at her challenging her to defy me, to deny me. To tell me it wasn’t the most fucking natural thing in the world for us to have a child. “I want te fill ye with me seed and fuck you raw like fekking animals, kitten. But I want te see yer belly grow big and know that’s mine inside ye. My baby inside my wife. I won’t be denied.”

I dipped my head and crushed her mouth with mine; let the heat of my passionate demands flow through me into her. I wanted her to feel the feral urgency I felt, the need to make a family together, to have babies and grandchildren and watch our love grow as we grew old together.

She moaned and her body softened against mine, her anger dissipating as we kissed.

I loosened the knotted bun on the top of her head and tangled my fingers in her hair. Her tiny hand slid up my torso, settling on my chest and making me feel like a fucking super hero.

I didn’t know what it was, this power she had over me, but I felt like Godzilla when she leaned into me like that. I felt invincible, like I could crush cities and destroy anyone who threatened our love or her safety.

Fek. It was intoxicating. The most addictive drug I knew and the only way to get more was to get inside of me bride. Me girl.

“I’ve got te taste ye,” I told her in her ear. She shivered and looked up.

“Now? But I was working all night. Should we shower first?” she asked, looking a little embarrassed.

“Fek that, I want yer natural flavor, there’s nothing on yer body that turns me off, kitten. I thought ye would have realized that by now,” I said and lifted her in my arms.

I didn’t even think about the girl downstairs, the nasty little bitch who had tricked me into marriage the first time back when I was but a lad starting to fight in Dublin.

Lennon’s scent and presence erased all thoughts of other women from my mind, even the only one who had ever broken me fekkin heart and walked away the day we’d gotten married.

I’d been so naïve and had really believed her when she’d said she loved me.

I’d been sixteen the first time I’d met her at a group home for wayward street kids. She’d treated like she owned me, and I’d given her everything…including me heart.

The marriage was to trick the system, she’d been two years younger than me and wanted out of the home so bad she’d convinced me te marry her when I turned eighteen.

I’d done it, fool I was, and learned the hard way that a bitch like Sabrina wasn’t made for any one man and she weren’t made for lovin’, not like me Lennon. She’d played me the entire time, saving herself for another man and stringing me along with kisses and promises and nothing else.

Ironically, it was the way Sabrina had done me wrong that let me see Lennon’s goodness for all it was the first time I met her.

It was the darkness in the first girl I’d married that allowed me to see the light in the only girl that mattered. Lennon might be the second girl I marry, but she’d be the only one who kept me heart and bore me wee ones.

I set her on the bed and stripped her naked. I drank in the sight of her curves and swells, the perfection of her body. She seemed shy, like she wanted to cover herself, but I dropped to my knees in front of her as if in worship.

“I love ye so fekking much, kitten,” I told her with the most sincerity I’d ever had. “Yer my bride, and yer mine forever. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you mine in the eyes of the world and in the eyes of the law. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered and placed her hands on my head as if absolving me of my sins. “Whatever you’ve done in your life, it doesn’t matter, Knox. I love the man you are now, today. And whatever you’ve done has contributed to it. Just don’t do anything terrible now, I’m so afraid I’ll lose you forever.”

“You’ll never lose me,” I promised her and buried my face between her legs.

Her moans and shuddering gasps drove me on as I drank deeply of her cunt. She came hard and fast and part of me hoped the bitch downstairs heard Lennon’s cries of joy when she came again and again, from my tongue, from my fingers, from my cock and from my love.

Chapter Twenty Eight

Lennon

I did not like the plan to help Sabrina and the IRA one bit, but I understood where Knox was coming from.

We reluctantly put off the wedding, telling people we’d decided to make it a big affair and planned it for two months away.

I still lived with him of course; we lived like we were married. Sabrina had been gone in the morning when we’d gotten up but had left behind a pre-programmed burner cell phone to keep in touch.

I hated that she had any power over my life, but I could see how doing this for her and her group would get rid of her forever.

And I needed her gone forever.

It did occur to me that she might have been telling the truth, that Knox might have hurt people or even killed them. I didn’t know how I felt about it exactly and decided I’d have to talk to him about it someday.

We’d all done things that made us feel a little ashamed at some point, especially those of us who seemed to have been tossed into the rushing river of life without a life jacket. It had been sink or swim from day one for me and him, and if swimming meant taking advantage of people who were better off than us from time to time, then so be it.

Survival was the most basic primal instinct, it wasn’t my fault or his if we’d been pressured into doing things to simply keep going.

I’d stolen in the past, from people who had trusted me. I’d even worked for a short time as a drug courier back home in my small town. I had been a teenager and had lost my way, ended up hooking up with a small time drug dealer who had promised me big dreams.

It had ended badly for him, he’d been arrested and after finding out he’d also been promising the moon to every other girl he had working for him, I’d decided to never again fall for somebody that hard.

I had stuck to my guns too, always dating people at arms length and staying on the straight and narrow path.

Until Knox.

It made me feel sick to my stomach when I thought about what we were going to do. Instead of getting ready for my wedding, I was spending Thursday getting ready to help Knox haul illegal cargo to Mexico.

All for love.

That was the silliest part of this, it wasn’t for money or fame or fortune, but for love, so we could get married and start our lives together.

And a family. God I couldn’t even believe I was admitting that to myself, but the thought of having Knox’s baby was addictively sexy. He was such an alpha male that I didn’t think I could say no to him even if I wanted to.

And I no longer wanted to. I wanted to feel him all over me, inside of me, bonding with me and making a new life.

Gone was the timid girl I’d been just a short time ago, under Knox’s command I was becoming more and more in tune with my body. Through his love I was growing and becoming more of a woman every day.

“Are ye sure ye want to come along, kitten?” he asked as we pulled up on the tarmac next to his private jet.

“I wouldn’t leave your side for anything,” I replied, smiling to hide the bundle of anxious nerves that were swirling in my stomach like a nest of snakes. I didn’t think it worked though; he pulled me to him and kissed me to calm me down.

It worked, as long as I was touching him, I felt safe and sane again.

We got onto the plane and I was surprised to see Jake waiting for us.

“You have too much te lose,” Knox told him with a dark look, “yer not coming along.”

“I won’t let you walk back into that viper’s den alone,” Jake replied steadily, not getting up from his seat. “I’ve been by your side since I found you broken and fighting for survival back in Ireland. I’m not leaving you now.”

“What about your wife?” I asked softly.

“She knows what’s going down, and she’s more than prepared to handle shit if anything happens. We need one legal representative with access to money and lawyers if this goes wrong,” Jake replied.

“Is the cargo secured?” Knox asked and sat down in the luxurious leather seat opposite Jake. He patted the one next to him for me to sit. I did.

“It is, we’re a go once Sabrina gets here,” Jake replied with a grimace. I wondered if he knew who she was already.

A few moments later she arrived with another girl, a teenager with similar hair and a bright spatter of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

She should have been texting with her friends or listening to the latest boy bands, not part of an international smuggling ring. I couldn’t fathom the life that had brought her into this so young.

“Are we all set to go, love?” Sabrina asked as she flounced on board and draped herself in one of the chairs. The girl sat next to her.

“We are,” Jake said and I noticed Knox could barely look at her; his hands were almost shaking with anger.

She must have decimated his heart back in the day, but I was here to scoop him up and sooth his rage.

I looked across the aisle at her and didn’t flinch when she gave me a smug grin. She ended up looking away first and I took Knox’s hand in mine and fell into his arms for the duration of the flight.

I might as well give him something to think about other than how Sabrina had hurt him.

From his hurt he could see the love that was in front of him, and he could ignore her simpering attempts to flirt with Jake if I was in his arms.

It was during the mostly silent flight that I realized something important.

Our love might have happened fast and hard, but it had happened for all the right reasons.

We were in each other’s lives to heal the past and build the future…together.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Knox

We landed at a little airstrip somewhere across the US border into Mexico. It wasn’t that far in, but far enough that we’d be in deep deep shite if we were caught.

It was pure folly to have brought Lennon with me, but I was a weak fekking man in her presence. I couldn’t turn her down when she demanded she come along, and I didn’t know how to say no when she insisted on being included in every aspect of my life.

I didn’t fekking know how, and it felt unnatural to keep her outta me business.

She was also the one thing that kept me from jumping across the aisle and smacking the shite outta Sabrina.

I wasn’t one to hit women, I never had, but for Sabrina to drag some poor girl into this life of hers was beyond my ability to reason. She knew exactly the kind of effect it would have on me.

She was the one who had lead my sister astray and she was the one who had eventually gotten her killed.

Sabrina had latched onto me little sis after she’d had her way with me. We’d been running around when Katie had gotten bounced into the same home as us and Sabrina had done her a solid by taking me wee sis under her wing.

What a fekking mistake that had turned out te be.

I had already cleaned up me act and started fighting when I’d heard the news. Sabrina had gotten Katie killed on a run like this one, into Budapest.

It was the final broken tie to me past and had allowed me to push it all behind me and move ahead.

Until now, seeing Sabrina with the young girl made me rage with a fury that worried me.

I needed to release it soon or I would explode, and I prayed it wasn’t on the wrong person.

Not Lennon, I would never direct me rage towards her, but to Jake or Joe. I didn’t want te hurt either one of them, good loyal friends that they were.

Sabrina sauntered off the plane to meet her fella on the runway and I stayed back with Lennon.

I waited until Jake had come back on board and asked him, “Everything all ready?”

“Looks like,” he said and glanced at Lennon. “They’re asking for you though.”

“Shite,” I mumbled. “Stay here, kitten.”

I stood up and she tried to follow but I was firm with her. “Jake, keep her in here.”

He grabbed her wrists and said, “I’m sorry for this, but he’s the boss.”

“Knox, wait,” she wailed. “This is bullshit, let me off the plane!”

It broke my heart to hear the fear in her voice, but I needed her safe for her own good and mine.

With her in my head, my head wasn’t clear…if I was worried about her safety I wouldn’t be able to negotiate the deal.

“Knox O’Fuckin Connor,” said a man walking towards me with his hand out. “I canna tell ye what an honor it is te meet the King.”

I shook his hand and saw Sabrina glaring at me. “Don’t give him a bigger head than he’s got,” she spat.

“I’m afraid ye have me at a disadvantage,” I said, “I don’t know yer name.”

“My name is Duncan Moran and I wanna marry yer wife,” he said with a wide grin.

“Ye mean Sabrina?” I laughed. “She’s all yers as far as I can tell.”

“Aye, that she is,” he replied, the smile gone from his face. “The thing is we’d like what’s hers too.”

“What do you mean?” I replied, anger rising up inside me now. “I brought the cargo. It’s all yours.”

“I imagine we mean half of yer money,” Duncan said in a low tone. “It’s only fair what’s comin to her.”

“Half me money?” I exclaimed. “Ye must be daft. Now unload yer cargo before I dump it off the plane right here on the runway.”

Duncan glanced at Sabrina and back at me. He drew in a deep breath and said, “Ye see that’s where we differ. We want more than the cargo, we got a revolution to fund and ye got the funds.”

“Listen,” I growled, “Yer fekkin lucky I even brought the cargo. Now get it off me plane or get the fek outta me way.”

“I don’t think ye get what we’re doing here,” Sabrina said stepping towards me. “We’re funding a war. And we need yer fekking money. If ye don’t wanna give me half in the annulment, then I’ll take it all after yer dead.”

I realized where they’d been going with it a little too late. I bellowed for Jake to keep Lennon safe and I dove to the side as Duncan pulled out a handgun and fired at me.