Fuck me. The therapist Declan sent me to last year would love that. She'd accused me of lacking self-awareness. The bitch informed Declan I ought to be locked up in Broadmoor.
I had no clue why. It definitely wasn't my online journal entries detailing my fantasies where I eviscerated her with a Swiss Army knife, complete with illustrations for additional visual impact.
Honestly, I thought she'd love my creativity. But no. The bitch ended our session early and changed the locks on her office. As if that would keep me out. I scoffed to myself. She had no fucking clue.
Anyway, Declan decided therapy wasn't right for me after that, so I found a new hobby.
Pig husbandry.
Pigs were fun and intelligent, and also voracious eaters. My piggies loved me. Loved the snacks I gave them.
Verity hit the mat again and lay still for a minute, her chest heaving with exertion. Conal sighed and huffed, apparentlyfrustrated with her poor fitness levels and inability to master basic self-defense.
I watched as he reassured her. Damn right she wasn't pathetic. My pixie girl was brave as fuck. Any girl who'd survived an insane father scored highly in my book. A lesser girl would have crumbled under the strain.
There was a point, around the time I'd rescued her from the ocean after she'd drunk too much, that I worried she might be losing her marbles. But aside from that little blip, she seemed fine.
Spending time overseas had changed her. She'd grown up.
In all the right ways.
Damn… those tits….
I began a set of leg curls while watching Conal encourage Verity to punch him in the face. If it had been Thea gloved up, I'd have worried for his safety, but Verity barely landed one punch on the fucker. And that was only because he stood still.
My poor, sweet girl. Teaching her self-defense was truly a waste of time. She didn't need to know how to protect herself. She had us to keep her safe.
I'd been watching out for her for years, like I watched over my sisters. Not that they needed my protection.
Verity threw a few weak punches at the bag and then muttered something about not being built for fitness. Damn right. The Lord had built her for me. And maybe Conal. I'd share if he asked.
Conal laughed when her stomach growled loudly. She blushed, causing me to lose count of my reps.
If I wasn't fully aware of the cunts she'd dated in the past, I'd have assumed my girl was a virgin, given how shy she acted. But sadly, no.
That last fucker could look forward to the same fate as the asshole who broke her heart when she hit 18. I'd heard hertelling Saoirse about the way he'd treated my sweet girl and lost my shit.
He disappeared not long after. It wasn't as if anyone cared about his absence. Least of all me. Besides, the pigs had been hungry that day.Very hungry.And those cute fuckers deservedallthe treats.
10
Conal
Iwatched Verity leave, her ass jiggling as she hurried away. How was it possible the skinny kid who'd shown up as a 12-year-old now looked like all my fantasies in one tempting package?
There had to be something inherently wrong with me. Thinking about Thea's sister’s ass made me a pervert. Thea would murder me if she knew, and also, I had a girlfriend.
Kind of.
My relationship with Maeve was more casual than serious, but it hadn't prevented her from dropping massive hints about taking "us" to the next level. I guess it sort of made sense. She knew the world we inhabited and the shit I did for my family didn't seem to faze her.
But while Maeve looked stunning, had useful connections, and had proved a fairly decent fuck, I felt nothing for her beyond mild affection. And even that was stretching it.
I really needed to end it, but telling Maeve we were over would cause a massive shit storm, which I couldn't face.
"Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest, brother," Ronan opined with a smirk as he sidled over from the weights area. I knew he'd been watching my attempts to teach Verity how to throw a punch. I'd also noted the way she watched him when she thought I wasn't looking.
She might think we were oblivious to her obvious crush, but we weren't. Sadly, we couldn't in all conscience encourage it. Once the danger had passed and Francesco di Luca was back in prison, Verity would leave. She'd meet some nice guy, settle down, and hopefully stay the fuck away from our family.
