He stole the sweet appraisals that I should be drawing from her lips.
I realise that there are multiplehe’sout there, but that won’t stop me. I’ll kill them all. Every last one of them. I just need to figure out what to do about the girl. That “friend” who got my girl so drunk that she can barely even remember what happened.
My first instinct is to kill her too.
But I don’t hurt women.
Damn my mother for raising me to have such a strong moral compass. I’ll find some way to make her pay. She’s not off the fucking hook. I have two destinations: Tallaght and Tullow. I have no idea who, not yet. But I’ll bide my time.
Nobody steals from AJ Quinn and gets away with it.
Nobody.
I glance back at Katie as we approach Dalkey, the seafront view glistening in the sunlight.
I swear, if it’s the last thing I do, I will give her back what was stolen from her.
She looks so beautiful right now, with auburn hair falling softly around her face and deep chocolate eyes sparkling when we get a clear view of the seafront, her perfect silken lips pressed into a pout she doesn’t even realise she’s making.
Her roaming eyes meet my gaze, and she jumps slightly. “What?”
Turning my gaze back to the road, I smirk. “You’re coming back to mine tonight.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Since when?”
“Since right fucking now, bug.” I want to turn the car around, drive straight back to mine, and strip her bare. I want to spend the weekend with Katie in my bed, where she belongs; this time, I’ll be there to enjoy every moment of it. I don’t want to share her with anyone else. I want her all to myself.
Call me a selfish bastard; I don’t care. I want her attention on me at all times.
“You’re just hoping for another blow—”
I swing the car into the drive, yank up the handbrake, and grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “Firstly, I won’t deny that that was the most mind-blowing blow I’ve ever had. You have a very talented mouth, bug.” And now I need all the names of her previous partners so I can start digging a ditch to bury them in. “Secondly, I don’t care if you spend all day in your little granny bonnet and housecoat; I want you, Katie, despite this.” I swipe my thumb over her pouting lips. “Very naughty mouth.”
I press down on the buckle of her seat belt, freeing her from its constraints. There is a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, like she’s doubting that I’d want her for anything other than what she can give me. It’s ironic that she doesn’t realise that she has me by the balls. Just say the word, bug, and I will do it.
You want me to kill for you? No problem.
You want me to go to the ends of the earth for you? I’ll be there without a second thought.
I will brand her name onto my skin, onto my soul—what’s left of it anyway—if that’s what she wants me to do.
Getting out of the car, I walk towards her, grabbing her hand and intertwining our fingers. “She’s going to love you.”Bringing her hand to my lips, I place a kiss on her knuckles and lead her towards the front door.
As soon as we step inside, I can hear my mam quizzing Robbie about Katie. “What’s she like?”
I glance at Katie, a smile forming on my lips as we both hear Robbie’s response. “She seems like a lovely girl, really pretty, quiet—”
“Here,” I interrupt, watching the three heads turn towards me. Scott’s eyes jump from me to Katie and back again. My mam’s gaze falls straight to our joined hands. Robbie gives me a look that says he heard me blow my load over the phone, and he wishes never to discuss the incident. “Let me introduce you properly.” I guide Katie towards my mother and proudly say, “Mam, this is Katie. Katie, this is—”
“Aiden James Quinn, how dare you hide such a beautiful girl from us!” my mother exclaims, all but shoving me away from Katie and taking her into an impressive bear hug. “I’m Sandra, but you can call me Mam.”
“Mam!” I warn. “Don’t scare her off.”
Scott gets to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. “I doubt she’s the type that scares easily given,” his dark eyes jump to me with a mischievous glint, “who her boyfriend is.”
“You want to keep this one?” I ask Robbie, who quickly guides Scott into the kitchen. Robbie’s pale hand is a stark contrast to Scott’s almond complexion.
Robbie stops at the threshold of the kitchen and asks, “Can I get you anything, Katie? Tea, coffee?”
