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“Yours,” she agreed.

I gathered her close, holding her. I wasn’t surprised when she fell asleep, exhausted and sated in my embrace. I tucked her in, standing over her and gazing down. Her hair was all over the white sheets, a brilliant wave of color. Her long lashes were dark on her creamy skin and her golden freckles small flecks of sand.

She was even more beautiful now.

I bent and kissed her, a silent thank-you before I headed back to the living room to make a few calls. I would finish that and return to her, pulling her into my arms, and sleep beside her.

The way I wanted to end every day for the rest of my life.

* * *

“What sorts of problems?” I asked Roman, feeling tense.

“There was a deliberate fire set yesterday in your territory. I was there and checked it out. I know the owners from our past. They say a new gang is roaming the area. Scaring people.”

“Damn.”

“Then today, another.” I heard a heavy sigh. “I hate to say it, Finn. But when I questioned some people, the description they gave made me think it’s Murphy.”

“Fecker,” I snarled into the phone.

“It’s typical of his sort. Petty revenge. Thinks he’ll hit your bottom line. Hurt those who trust you.”

“I’ll deal with him when I get home tomorrow. In the meanwhile, put out the word.”

“Already done.” He paused. “I’ll help whatever way I can. These are still people we looked after.”

“I know and I appreciate it. I’ll deal with him once and for all.” I scrubbed my face, knowing what that meant. Wishing more than ever I could grab Una and run with her, leaving everything else behind. I wasn’t sure how she would handle this news.

“Let someone else deal with that,” Roman advised. “Don’t lose what you have because of him.”

“Is that what you did with Effie’s sister?” I asked, curious.

He cleared his throat. “Her sister was trying to kill her when I got to them. She shot me and was about to shoot my wife. Aldo took her out.”

I was stunned into silence. Finally, I spoke. “I see.”

“I would have taken the shot without question if I had been able to. I would like to think Effie would have forgiven me for that, but I’m glad I didn’t have to find out. Let someone else handle it, Finn. That’s my advice.”

“Noted. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I hung up, troubled. I wandered into the bedroom, gazing down at Una. How, I wondered, would she take the news? Would she beg me to give him yet another chance? Would she understand? Or would she hate me if we discovered it was indeed Brian behind the arson and the new gang?

Would she walk away—this time for good?

I hung my head. Somehow, I had a feeling I already knew the answer.

* * *

The next morning, Una was shy, not meeting my eyes, looking away when she felt my gaze on her. I found it incredibly endearing that after all the ways I had taken her, the mirror incident was making her feel exposed. I found it sexy. But then again, I found everything about her sexy.

I had woken her early this morning, kissing her awake, my cock already nudging at her entrance. She woke fully with a groan, wrapping her legs around me, bringing my cock deep inside. We rocked together, our bodies joined everywhere—chest to chest, hip to hip, mouth to mouth. It was slow and tender, and our orgasms crested close. The feel of her wrapped around my cock tightly had driven me over the edge, and I groaned my release into her neck as she shook under me.

We arrived at the airport on time and boarded quickly, the perks of owning my own plane a bonus. After takeoff, we had coffee and pastries, and I stared out the window, lost in thought.

Movement caught my eye, and I looked up, seeing Una studying me. I had been ignoring her, but her gaze was warm and open. No judgment or anger.

“Hi,” she said quietly. “You’ve got a lot on your mind.”