7. Six
Six
Kayleigh
A Month Later
Like clockwork, every Monday morning I meet with Erik’s doctor. He just removed the stitches from Andrew raping me. I was so dumb that I hadn’t realized the damage he had done to me, which included some internal tearing.
“You look good. When you resume sexual activity, you will need to take it easy the first couple times.”
“Umm, I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
He nods. “No rush, but make sure whoever you are with knows they need to take their time and you probably want to use some kind of lubrication.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Miss O’Sullivan. Have you told Mr. Duncan about the baby?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not his problem. Hopefully I will be back home soon and out of his hair.”
“I think you should tell him, but that is up to you,” he says as he packs up his bag. I take it as my hint to leave and head to the gym to do some light cardio. I can’t sit up in my room like some princess. I need to be doing something, and since every time I try to help any of the staff here I get shooed away, my only option is to work out in the gym or go swimming in the indoor pool. But I don’t have a bathing suit and don’t want to ask Erik for anything. He has already done enough for me; I will stick to working out.
A few of the men eyeing me up and down before smirking at me. I give them a small smile and wave before heading over to the treadmill. I see one of the guy’s eyes linger on me as I work out, but I try to ignore him as I put in my ear buds and start jogging.
I zone everything out until I see a shadow hovering in front of my treadmill. I look up to a very pissed off Erik glaring at me, so I remove one of my ear buds.
“Can I help you?” I ask, raising one of my eyebrows but continuing to jog. He walks behind me, wraps one arm around my stomach, and lifts me off the treadmill. He turns off the machine before setting me down on my feet.
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask, pushing against his chest, needing some distance between us so I can think with a clear head.
He doesn’t answer me but snarls at the men working out in the room. “Get out.”
I watch as all the men save one scurry out of the room. The same man who was eyeing me down earlier doesn’t move. Erik reaches behind him, pulls his gun out, and shoots the man in the shoulder.
“What the fuck?” he yells as he grabs his shoulder. I go to help him, but Erik tightens his hold around my waist.
“I told you to get out. I saw you eyeing up Kayleigh earlier when you fucking know she is mine.”
“Excuse me? I’m not yours.”
Erik leans down and whispers in my ear, “I advise you to shut that pretty little mouth. You are already in trouble for wearing that excuse for an outfit.” I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of him claiming possession of me, but he growls at me, “Behave.”
I shift around, trying to be discrete about squeezing my legs together, but all that does is have Erik pressing my ass firmly against his hard and very big dick.
“Why did you stay?”
“I was enjoying the view.”
“Are you asking for a bullet in your knee this time?” Erik growls.
“I don’t mind a few bullets for a hot piece of ass.” At that, Erik wastes no time and shoots him in the chest.
“What is your problem?” I ask, spinning around and facing Erik. He picks me up and steps over the body as we leave the room.
“Would you fucking put me down?” I ask him but once again try to help the man. Erik doesn’t let me get a foot closer to him.
“Bana-phrionnsa, your ass is already in trouble. Keep running those pretty lips, and your ass isn’t going to be able to cash the check your mouth is writing.”
“What the hell am I in trouble for? Working out? Doctor cleared me for light workouts and a jog on the treadmill is a light workout. But maybe not to an old man like you.”
“Old man?” He sneers as he grabs my hair, pulling my head back and staring me down with so much heat I’m surprised I’m not a puddle on the ground. One who would love nothing more than to have his tongue in and on me.
“You are in trouble for wearing those pathetic scraps of cloth in front of my men, showing them what is only meant for my eyes.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m only your guest, nothing more.”
He moves back one step but continues to keep his hold on my hair. “That is where you are wrong, bana-phrionnsa. I gave you a month to come to terms with the fact that you are mine. You are my queen, wife, and the mother of our children.” I gulp when he says that, but he will change his mind once he knows I’m carrying Andrew’s baby.
“Who says I want to be yours?”
He chuckles then uses his free hand to cup me between my legs. “Your body already knows who it belongs to, who is going to cherish it, your mind just hasn’t caught up yet. I can feel how bad you want me to strip off your shorts and throw your legs over my shoulder and put my mouth on that greedy little cunt, giving it the pleasure you seek.”
I can feel my cheeks heating up. He moves his hand from between my legs and cups my cheek.
“Hmm, wonder how far this blush goes,” he whispers in my ear before biting it and gently tugging.
I try to shove him away, but he just pushes me into the wall. So I say, “In your dreams.”
“You have no idea all the sinful things I dream of doing to you, things you couldn’t even imagine.”
I snicker, which causes him to pull back and stare at me with lust and hunger.
“Are you sure it’s me that couldn’t handle your fantasies?”
“Don’t push me, bana-phrionnsa.”
I get the biggest smirk on my face, knowing deep inside I probably will regret it. I put both my hands on his chest and as hard as I can, I push him again. “Push.”
He snarls, “You have no idea what you have done.”
He wraps his free arm around me, pulling me to his chest and loosening his grip on my hair just enough to cup the back of my head. He swallows my gasp with his mouth, invading mine with his lips and tongue. I grab hold of his biceps and push myself onto my tiptoes and kiss him back. Erik lowers both arms and lifts me. I wrap my arms and legs around his body as he continues his delicious torture of my mouth while he presses my back into the wall. I cling onto him, grinding myself against him like a dog in heat, but I pause once I realize what I’m doing. How can I be acting like this when not that long ago I was a sex toy for Andrew?
Erik pulls his mouth away from mine, asking, “What’s wrong, seamrag bheag?”
“I can’t do this,” I tell him as I lower my legs and let go of him. He drops his hands and starts to open his mouth, but I shake my head and take off for my room.
“Kayleigh!” I hear him call my name and run after me, but luckily my room isn’t that far from the gym. I slam and lock my door, pushing my back against it.
“Bana-phrionnsa, open the door. We are going to talk about this.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head as if he can see me.
“Running away isn’t going to solve anything.”
“I’m sorry, Erik. I can’t.”
“Kayleigh soon-to-be Duncan. Open this door before I break it down.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t be the woman you need,” I say, choking back the tears that are trying to fall.
“Kayleigh,” he says softly, but is cut off by his phone ringing. I hear him sigh before he answers. “This better be a fucking emergency or you are going to become very friendly with my gun.” He pauses. “Fucking hell. I’m on my way. This conversation isn’t over, seamrag bheag,” he calls to me before I hear him walk away. As soon as I know he is gone, I throw myself onto the bed and let the tears flow.
I hate Andrew and what he has done to me. He broke me in so many ways, not just physically and sexually but emotionally too. I may be sassy with Erik, but it is a front. I don’t want people to see how bad I’m hurting, how scared I am, because I’m Kayleigh O’Sullivan, Peter’s daughter, the princess of the Irish Mafia. No one can see me weak. If I’m weak, then it will be seen as a weakness for my father and my family. I refuse to be the reason my family looks weak. As Daid has always said, it takes one moment of weakness for an enemy to see and the kingdom will start to crumble. I will not be the reason the kingdom crumbles and my family is at risk.
Erik
If it wasn’t for the fact that Grant had urgent information for me, I would have broken down the door and demanded Kayleigh talk to me. I know what she has been through, but she doesn’t need someone to coddle her. She needs someone to be her rock, someone that allows her to be herself without judgment. And anyone who judges her is going to face my wrath.
I march into my office and Grant is waiting for me in one of the chairs.
He nods and greets me. “Boss.”
“What is it that is so urgent?”
“There is a contract out on Miss O’Sullivan.”
I slam my fist into my desk, knocking over a cup of pens.
“Someone put a contract out on my seamrag bheag.”
“Yes, the Blakewells did. They want her to be brought back alive,” he says, turning his laptop around so I can see the ad with all Kayleigh’s information and a picture of her, including footage of me carrying her out of England in my arms.
“Get rid of it.”
“I can’t, as people already have seen it and are already looking for her.”
“Names. I want names of every person who has seen that and the name of the motherfucker who placed this fucking ad for mo bhana-phrionnsa.”
“On it.”
“Good, let me know when you have something.” I dismiss him, pick up the phone, and text Darius to come to my office. I start reading my emails while I wait for him, checking on my legitimate businesses.
Ten minutes later, Darius knocks on my door and comes in.
“The Blakewell’s put a hit out on Kayleigh.”
He whistles. “They are dead.”
“Yes, I have Grant hunting down every person who has seen it, responded to it, and to the motherfucker who put the ad on the dark web.”
“What do you need from me?”
“She is to have security on her twenty-four seven; she is to always have eyes on her. I will not have her stolen while she is under my care.”
“Didn’t you technically steal her?”
“Rescued her and decided to keep her.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” He chuckles.
“No, it’s keeping what is mine. If I was a better man, I would let her go, but I never claimed to be a good man. I’m a greedy bastard, especially when it comes to her.”
“Anyone around the two of you can tell that since I had to get men to clean up the dead soldier in the gym.”
“Fucker kept staring at her even after I kicked everyone out.”
“And you couldn’t deal with him without killing him?”
“Nope. He disrespected her, so he got dealt with.”
“Why do I have a feeling this will be a reoccurring theme?”
“Then people will learn not to disrespect her.”
He shakes his head. “Good thing you aren’t in denial about it. I can imagine if you were and you saw someone else love her.”
I give him a hard glare to shut him up, but no, this cocky motherfucker is going to keep goading me.
“Have their hands on her.” I snarl at him, but he continues, “Kissing her or fucking her.”
“They would be dead before they even got the chance. No one gets to touch her like that. I’m the only one who is allowed to see her pleasure.”
“They could also marry her.”
“She. Is. My. Wife.”
“She actually isn’t.”
“Yet.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “Why do I feel like you are going to run down the aisle to marry her when we basically had to force you to marry your ex?”
“That’s because she is an evil cunt, and I was right not wanting to marry her. Look at what she did.”
“I know, but remember what Kayleigh has been through and give her some time before taking her down the aisle. Plus, I’m sure she will want her family there, and I’m sure Peter is going to love the fact that a man who twenty years older than his daughter is marrying her.”
“Doesn’t matter if he likes it or not, she will be my wife and pregnant before the year is up.”
He shakes his head. “Good luck with that,” he says before rushing out of my office.
I smile, getting an idea and picking up the phone.
“Mr. Brown, it’s Erik Duncan. I need a custom piece made.”