Book 2 Teaser
From the very first moment I set eyes on her I knew she’d be mine. Mine to break. Mine to toy with. And mine to fucking rebuild.
That day at the bar sealed her fate. The day she challenged me.
Me, of all people.
Cillian Delaney.
Even if I hadn’t tricked her into a win-win deal, she made the fatal mistake of challenging the Irish guy to a drinking game.
I mean come on. I’ve downed more Guinness than The Dubliners on their Seven Drunken Nights tour.
And there were five of them. Regardless, I rigged the deal from the start.
Because that’s just who I am. And if there were the chance, miniscule as it may be, for her to ‘drink me under the table’ as she so eloquently put it, I wouldn't take it. So, I downed a pint of water. H20, the elixir of life. Good ole’ Adam’s Ale. Smooth, flat, goes down like a dream.
Based on her bravado, I didn’t doubt for a second she’d choose an alcoholic beverage to play her cards with. Afterall, she was out drinking with her little French friends, so of course she’d use the opportunity to get a free drink out of me.
Easy win. She played right into my hands; highly skilled hands, I’d like to add. The pretty little Lolita will learn that soon enough.
The win secured me a dance with her at ‘the wedding of the year’. Cordelia and Logan, Mr and Mrs Cox. Sworn members to the mafia, and the rival gang that assisted me in accosting my brother Fionn and bringing him to his knees.
Fionn was a fucking menace to society, especially the female population.
He’d managed to coax the youngest Moretti daughter into his shady bubble.
They were together for the best part of a year.
To me, it was obvious my brother was a fiend.
Maybe it's because I’ve experienced darkness firsthand.
I’ve danced in the shadows more times than I care to admit, but I hadn’t realised the extent of Fionn’s depravity until I was sent an anonymous video of him raping and humiliating Ezio Moretti’s twin sister, Allessia.
Fionn isn't my brother by blood relation—thank Christ, because I’d be mortified if I shared DNA with scum like him.
At the age of seven I was adopted into the Delaney household.
A lost, damaged little boy with fractured memories and a broken recollection of what happened in the years prior.
Flashbacks would plague my dreams most nights.
Visions of pitch black, cold and unforgiving hands, touching, groping, exploring my body and exploiting my innocence.
Innocence that should never have been taken, much less by the guardians whose job it was to protect and nurture me.
So, I had to get rid of him, because he shared defective qualities with people from my past. He’d already proven capability of such cruelty, and that meant he was a threat to the family. My family.
Fionn and I never had a great relationship; he was jealous of the love and affection mum showered me with.
And when he was sent across the country to England to study, and I was allowed to reside in the family home in Ireland, he hit the roof.
I get why he was angry. Mum wanted to keep me close by.
She essentially told us without words that she loved me more than her own biological child and that must have sucked ass.
Despite my slightly unorthodox methods, I do respect women. It’s just well, I don’t take kindly to being told no. I also don’t take kindly to being provoked, especially by a fiery gothic Lolita. Call me old fashioned but I like my women to submit willingly to me.
Preferably on their knees.