Tempting the Irish Mafia's Monster

37. One More

One More

Iwalked back inside the pool house, dripping wet and breathing hard. Rummaging through my bag, I found the journal, flicked to the back and added one more name to the bottom of the list.

Aleksandr.

I shut the book and tossed it aside.

She had to marry him. I’d have to let her go. So why did I add his name to my hit list? Because the monster in me hadn’t agreed to a goddamn thing.