The Chief (Mac Tíre Mafia #3)

Prelude

“ I ’ll give you what you want, Owen. But only if you let him walk out of here unharmed.”

I had played my ace. Now, I had to hope Owen’s ego was large enough he would take the bait.

He stared at me, unblinking.

Keir’s gaze was also fixed on me, trying to figure out my plan. He had to know I would never willingly go with this madman, but I couldn’t let Owen kill him. What started as a hate fuck and attempts to kill one another had somehow turned into a bond most people never got to experience.

“You’ll bind yourself to me for the rest of your life?” Owen asked.

“No!” Keir shouted desperately. “ Jynx , you can’t do this.”

Turning my head, I looked at the man who had peeked behind all my curtains and still accepted me for the person I was, rather than my previous actions.

I was a murderer. An instigator of war. A victim.

Yet to him, I was something precious he wanted to protect.

I’d never experienced that first-hand before Keir.

I was always the one protecting others. My mother, even when she didn’t deserve it.

Orla, because the girl deserved everything in this shitty game of life we were playing.

My identity. My location. My body. And my heart.

Keir could single-handedly tear down my entire world, and in that moment, I would’ve let him. I would still let him…

But first, we both had to get out of this alive.