Page 113 of Revenge

“You have a good evening, Ms. O’Brien.”

“Thank you, Marco. You too.”

I look at the time, and it’s almost seven p.m. I’m hungry, but I have no energy to eat. I didn’t move a single box but settling two babies in our new home got the better of me. I walk over to the kitchen to see what I can make. I stare into the fridge.

“What are you doing?” I hear Viktor ask.

I close the fridge door. “Honestly, I’m hungry but too tired to make anything.” He comes over and pulls me to him.

“The chef should be here any minute to make dinner. Why don’t I run you a bath so you can relax?”

“That sounds delicious but no funny business. Niko will wake in an hour for a feed.”

“I’ll try. Can’t make any promises.” He picks me up and starts walking to the stairs. Why did I think living here would be any different?

Chapter Fifty-One

Viktor

When Ava moved into the penthouse, I thought things would be difficult, but I enjoy it. She looks more relaxed and happier. Even though I have spent a few nights with her, she won’t let me move in. She claims it’s her space. I don’t take it personally, considering we have dinner every night as a family, and I claim her before I leave. But I won’t lie, I hate waking without her beside me.

Today I’m at Manarch Industries reviewing a new property I might buy. My personal ventures have been extremely successful. It makes me wonder if I should leave the family business behind and go legitimate. It would certainly make my life more peaceful. I wouldn’t have to deal with my father or Cillian. They could take the clan business and let me be, but that will never happen, and I’m not wired to walk away.

I received news earlier that Cillian is looking for me. Bullshit, considering he knows where to find me. I wrap things up at the office. I told Oliver I would go to Eros and check things out. The club has been closed longer than we expected, but he wants to open it again, especially since it’s the only place my men can unwind without worrying.

“Becky, I’m leaving for the day,” I tell my PA.

“Ok, Mr. Manarch. Have a nice afternoon.”

I loosen my tie as I leave the building, and spot Cillian while walking to my car. Odd. But ok, two can play that game.

“Just the man I was waiting for,” he says, heading my way.

“You could have come inside where I’ve been all day,” I snidely point out.

“True, but I’d rather speak in private,” he responds.

I laugh. “Because conversation in the middle of the sidewalk is private.” I walk past him to my car, open the trunk, put in my briefcase and get my gun.

“There’s no need for your weapon. It’s not that kind of visit.” I ignore him and put it behind my back. Just because he’s standing alone doesn’t mean he is. I’ve played this game too.

“What do you want?” I close the trunk.

“I want my granddaughter. Fiona says you won’t let her take Aisling.”

“Fiona is not fit to be a mother,” I state calmly.

“True as that might be, she’s a McIntyre and belongs with her family.”

I laugh. “She’s a Manarch, and I’m her father. Her place is with me.”

“I won’t have your mistress raising my granddaughter.”

“So is that what this is about?” I should have known Fiona would try anything to get her way. “Aisling is staying with me. End of discussion.”

“Many things could happen to someone when they are outdoors. I hate to think what could happen to Ms. O’Brien,” he responds evenly.

I take several steps toward him. The man is five-six and less than two hundred pounds. I could crush him like a bug.

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