Chapter 29
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I ’m going after Russo.
I call Seamus Campbell, my Quartermaster. I need all the funds he can spare.
I call Rory O’Hare, my Warlord now that Patrick’s gone with Fiona. I need all our soldiers ready to fight.
I call Declan Fitzgerald, the man who makes the computers run as they should. These days, half our battles are won with online attacks, not bullets.
And then my finger hovers over Samantha’s name.
Despite everything we said last night, I want her here.
I want her brains.
I want her courage.
And yes, I want her body. I want the sheer release of ordering her to please me. I want the victory of making her come, over and over and over again, until she’s soaked and spent and mine .
Fuck. She isn’t mine anymore.
I don’t know if she ever truly was. She topped from the bottom every time I took her. She was never made to be a true sub.
Now she has Russo’s brand on her back. And she always will.
My cock has never failed me when I’ve been with a woman. But the thought of looking down at those snakes… The idea of grabbing Samantha’s hips and making those three tattooed legs stretch and move… That ink unmans me—and not because of the hateful words she spat before she walked out the front door of the house I bought for her.
Samantha’s gone. And the sooner I accept that, the better, for all the men I captain. For me.
I jam my phone in my pocket and wait for Seamus and Rory and Declan to arrive.
The Fishtown Boys are going to war.