Verity frowned sadly. “Poor Petal. Why can’t she come? Surely it would be easy with the private jet?”
“There are too many restrictions on animals coming into the UK.”
Verity pursed her lips. “Pretty sure you could find a way.”
“He could,” Ronan agreed, ignoring Declan’s scowl. “But he doesn’t want the Hound of the Baskervilles there. He thinks Petal’s demonic.”
Our girl pursed her lips. “Don’t be mean. Petal is sweet.”
“That dog is far from fucking sweet.”
“We can talk about this later,” I said, not wanting our romantic proposal to be derailed by an argument over a dog that wasn’t even ours. “Thea is waiting for an update.” I walked over and retrieved the camera we’d set up to capture the proposal. Theahad made Declan promise to film it, to ensure we hadn’t coerced her sister into saying yes.
I hit send on the file and waited for it to upload to the cloud server. Milo would get a notification. It was then up to him to show the video to Thea. I didn’t exactly care about her opinion. We were marrying Verity irrespective of what she thought; Verity didn’t need her sister’s permission.
Declan glanced at his watch. “Come, let’s get out of here. The pilot is waiting to fly us to Venice.”
Verity’s eyes widened in shock. “Venice?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I’ve booked us a suite at the Hotel Cipriani. We’re spending the weekend there before flying back to Ireland.”
65
Ronan
Much to my brothers’ annoyance, I made sure Verity sat in my lap for most of the flight to Venice. I’d missed her so fucking much that now I had her back in my arms, I couldn’t bear to let her go.
She rested her head on my chest and slept the entire way but soon perked up once we boarded our private motorboat to the hotel.
“Call us if you need anything,” Connor said before he and Ash wandered off to find a bar. They were sticking around in case we had any trouble, but since nobody knew we were in Venice, we didn’t expect any. Not with Avram Marku dead, Francesco di Luca back in prison, and most of the O’Rourke assholes dead or on the run.
“It’s beautiful.” Verity stared wide-eyed at the sumptuous hotel suite as the porter brought our bags in. Lights twinkled across the lagoon from the living room, and in the bedroom, a bottle of champagne on ice awaited.
“Only what you deserve, my pixie girl.” I kissed her neck, loving the way she shivered in delight.
“You’re never going to stop using that nickname, are you?”
“Nope.” I claimed her mouth in a brutal kiss, leaving us both breathless before she shoved me back, her lips bruised and swollen.Damn, I needed to fuck my girl.
“I want a shower. I’m all grubby.”
“Freshen up, sweetheart, and then we’ll eat.” My twin kissed her cheek before disappearing into the bedroom.
“I’m happy to eat you, Pixie,” I smirked, making her giggle.
“Not until I’ve showered,” she protested with a blush.
Paying no attention to her protests, I carried her into the bathroom. The opulent marble fixtures and fittings barely registered on my chimp brain. Seen one gold faucet, seen them all.
Was that an Old Master painting on the wall?
Um.
Did I give a shit?
No.
Ignoring my girl’s outraged huffing, I pulled her shorts down, popped her on the counter, and spread her legs. Then I dived in, groaning at the taste of her delicious pussy.
