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“Do you think another syndicate has something to do with Corey?”

“Yes. I don’t know who or how. But I can feel it.”

“I think you better draw me a family tree for everyone when we get home.”

His smile is pure happiness. He gives me a peck on the lips. I settle against his chest and run my thumb over his stubbled jaw. I’m happy too. In a sea of trouble right now, Finn’s my life raft.

“Sounds like a good idea to me, cailín.”

“Should I meet you parents soon?”

“Yes. I’d like to introduce you, and I know my parents would like to meet you.”

If we didn’t think we were serious before, it’s getting serious now.

“I have the next few days off. If they’re free, now would be a good time.”

“Let’s figure something out in the morning.”

I glance out the window and realize we made great time. We won’t be more than five minutes late, and my parents know any time given is an estimate when leaving the city.

“We’re almost there.”

“My cailín isn’t wearing any panties. Does she want me to meet her parents with her cunt full of my cum? Does she want that secret?”

“She does. She wants Daddy’s cum in her pussy and on her thighs.”

We move together until I’m clutching his shoulders, my head tipped back. Fucking hell. Orgasms with Finn are unreal. Except feeling his cum on my thighs as we walk into my parents’ house is completely real.

“Mom? Papa?”

I can hear them in the kitchen. Finn’s standing beside me, so when he spots my father and Papa spots him, I can tell they freeze.

“I know your father, Thea.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Finn

I never guessed the man standing in front of me was Thea’s father. I didn’t notice any family photos in her living room the one time I went to her place. If there had been, I would have spotted them as I looked around after noticing the broken window.

Now Brandon Gallagher and I are staring at each other. I didn’t know this man’s name the two times we’ve met, and I don’t believe he knew mine. When Thea’s freezing hand slips into mine, and I feel the slight tremble, I pull my head out of my arse. I walk forward and offer to shake her mother’s hand. Sandra isn’t unwelcoming, but she looks less than thrilled to meet me.

When Brandon and I shake, there’s definitely male posturing as we squeeze each other’s hands far tighter than necessary. When Thea shifts restlessly next to me, I know she can tell what’s going on. I release her father’s hand immediately, and he lets go too.

I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing when her arm goes around my waist, and she turns in toward me. I think she’s monumentally uncomfortable— more likely terrified —and needs comfort. I wrap my arm around her back and hold her against me. Her parents watch us like a pair of hawks. With my hand on the outside of her arm, they focus on my thumb that’s rubbing her shoulder.

“Papa, how do you know Finn?”

“We met several years ago.” He shifts his gaze to me. “You probably weren’t more than a teenager either time.”

“I was nineteen.”

I’m staying tightlipped for now. I don’t know what Brandon wants to reveal to his family. As our gazes lock, he understands what I’m doing. I’m not being recalcitrant. I’m letting him steer the conversation.

“It was one of the times Uncle Corey insisted I ride with him. You were already away at college. He was trying to recruit Rod to get to me. Your brother wanted nothing to do with it, so Corey sent some guys round. I got home in time to be the one teaching them a lesson. But the price of peace was being his muscle at a meeting.”

He goes quiet, and I sense I’m supposed to share now.

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