Elena mumbles something incoherent, and Lorcán ignores me completely.
I shower and smile to myself, wondering how the fuck I got here and how I’m shockingly okay with it. Sharing Elena with Lorcán felt right, it felt more than right; I like seeing them together, just not as much as I like fucking her myself.
A gentle hand touches my face, and I stir awake to see Elena’s sleepy blue eyes peering up at me.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Lorc is wrapped behind her but completely passed out. I push her hair from her face and smile.
“Hi.”
“So last night happened.”
“It did?” I joke with a smile, and she smacks my chest.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay with everything and that I never make you feel any different because you don’t have a knot or because we can’t scent each other. Shit, I’m making it weird, aren’t I?” she asks, her cheeks flushing.
I cup her face and press a kiss to her nose.
“Aye. But, blondie, it’s me who feels sorry for these assholes. At least I know you like me for my stunning personality and dazzling good looks.”
She scoots closer to me and sighs as I wrap an arm around her. No care that I’m touching a sleeping Lorcán.
“I’m glad I came back.”
“Me too, blondie. Me too.”
30
ELENA
Partof me didn’t want to leave that hotel or LA, but the other part of me was missing Cillian and Finn more than I’d like to admit.
Not even just their scents.
This new information torments me on the car ride from the airport to the house. Or maybe it’s because I know I’m going to meet their father, the head of the Irish mob, tonight.
“What’s your father like?” I ask Lorcán, who’s sitting on my left, his hand gently placed on my thigh.
“He’s not all that different from Matteo. Maybe a bit more eccentric.”
“Do you have a good relationship with him?”
He shifts in his seat. “It’s strained. Especially since I was with you and your father for so long; we didn’t talk often.”
“She needs to be prepared, Lorc,” Declan chastises from the other side.
“His wife, Cillian and Finn’s mother, you can’t let her get to you,” he warns quietly.
“What he’s trying to say is that the boss’ wife is the biggest bitch you’ll ever meet. She usually stays in Ireland, so just ignore anything rude she says and don’t take it personally.”
“But the contract? Did she not approve?”
“You mean the one we tore up? She didn’t have a say, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Orla doesn’t think anyone is good enough for her sons,” Declan sneers.
I have some mean thoughts that cross my mind, like how they are liars and kidnappers, but I keep them to myself.
“I’ll behave myself,” I promise.
