Page 23 of Black Wedding
“If you wake her up, I will slice off your balls.” Clearly, Kellan’s sleep deprivation is making him a little crazy. So when I offer to watch Hallie while he gets some sleep, he practically jumps with excitement.
Before he can run off to bed, we are interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal coming from the hallway. Bree! I waste no time taking off in her direction, and I can hear Kellan’s footsteps close behind mine. Finally, we reach the door, where Bree stands in the open doorway, looking white as a ghost. She is staring intently down at the welcome mat, her hands covering her mouth in what looks to be an attempt not to vomit.
As soon as I reach her, I grab her arm and pull her behind me. I make sure to put my body between her and any possible danger. I see Kellan take a protective stance next to her, too, as we both assess the threat. At first, I don’t see anything, but then I look down at the mat and see what freaked Bree out so much. Lying on the mat is a giant black rat with a dagger pierced through the middle. Blood is seeping from the wound on the dead rat, and it’s clear this has just happened. In addition, there is a note attached to the rat.
Never trust a rat.
If you go ahead with this black wedding, you will be sorry.
No female will ever rule London.
Quit now, or I will rain pain and suffering down on you and all your supporters.
I look over at Bree, who has quickly gained control of her emotions. She is no longer shaking with fear; now, it is anger. “I don’t give a fuck how many times they want to threaten us. We can take on anyone, right?” she asks, and I almost want to chastise her for even feeling like she needs the confirmation.
“Too fucking right. We are doing this,” I assert, and she smiles.
“You are both fucking mad. But, I’m in,” adds Kellan with a shake of his head. He would follow me into the fiery pits of hell, so I had no doubt he would stand beside us for this fight.
“What do we do now?” Bree asks, and that’s an easy response.
“Kellan is going to have a lie down while I watch Hallie. Then I am going to fuck you until you forget all of this shit. Oh, and I have a date to plan.” She smiles at me with her big bright eyes, a look of mischief seeping in. Fuck, she looks so sexy.
I am pulled out of the little bubble we seemed to have created for ourselves when I feel a punch against my arm. I look over at Kellan, who is shaking his head. “No fucking while you are looking after the baby. I am trying not to screw her up too badly, and that definitely won’t help.”
Both Bree and I laugh at Kellan as he trundles off towards the stairs, mumbling about being serious and not wanting to send his daughter to therapy later in life. When we finally hear he is up the stairs, I close the front door and place both hands on Bree’s cheeks, stroking them gently with my thumb. She looks up at me, her beautiful eyes full of lust and admiration. I lean forward and gently place my lips against hers. I pull away quickly, intending for it to just be a light, comforting kiss. Instead, her whimpers have me rethinking.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and in response, she stands on her tiptoes to reach me. Using her arms that she wrapped around my neck, I let her guide me until our lips meet. This time it’s a more prolonged, deeper kiss. We both pull away as things start to feel a bit more hot and heavy than they should while we are babysitting.
“I’m good. I’m going to go and take a shower before Hallie wakes up. I tried to make sure she wasn’t lying in any dried blood before, but I’m unsure how successful I was. I won’t be long. Then we can pick up where our lips left off as we plan to take down our enemies and go on our first date. What a weird sentence,” she adds, chuckling before giving me one last sweet kiss. I watch as she walks away, knowing full well how truly fucked I am and not caring one bit. I want Bree, and I am not walking away.
Time seems to pass so quickly since the day at the warehouse. Liam was true to his word, and we have fucked in every position imaginable, but yet my body still craves him. He knows how to play my body like an expert musician, and only he can make me sing. I have never felt the way I do when he fucks me. I knew I was missing out on something with the other guys. After listening to other women and the media, I knew what I should have been experiencing, but I just didn’t. None of the guys before had ever made me orgasm, yet I can fall apart on Liam in seconds. It’s literally like he knows all my body’s sweet spots, and he makes it his mission to use them all.
But it hasn’t just been about the sex this past week. We have also spent time getting to know each other. Going swimming, watching movies, going for walks, and just chatting like a regular couple getting to know each other. Things have become so easy between us, and I know that my feelings for him are getting stronger with each passing day.
Things have also been going well with Kellan. He has his own rooms set up in the house for him and Hallie. He has gotten a lot more comfortable with me looking after her, even leaving me with her by myself. I know that is a big step for him, and after learning more about the women in his life who have fucked him over, I am not at all surprised. The more time I spend with him, the more I can see how close he and Liam are; they are practically brothers.
I was shocked to learn how much I have in common with Kellan and how much fun we have hanging out together. I’m amazed by his talent. He literally can hack into anything unnoticed. It’s like a superpower that he doesn’t abuse. Liam said he used to hack into high-security sites just to prove that he could, but now he has something to live for. He can’t raise Hallie from prison, so he only hacks what he needs to. The best thing I ever did was bring him on board.
In between getting to know each other, Liam and I have been chatting with employees of my father, finding out what they know about the Marcushio’s and testing their allegiance to me. I’ve had to use my knife a few times, but primarily people are loyal to the O’Keenan Family name. A lot were not keen on a woman being involved in the Family business, but I can show those with time. A few also didn’t trust Liam wasn’t working for his family to try and overthrow me. However, we both agreed that for those people, as long as they show us loyalty, then we can earn their trust. Things were really starting to look real now.
The warehouse had become almost our second home. We interrogated so many people there, and we literally fucked against any surface. With Hallie being at home, we are limited to how loud we could be, and Liam loves to make me scream. So, the warehouse has become our place where we can screw to our heart’s content and be as loud as we want. I think Kellan might be getting a little bit annoyed with how much footage he keeps having to delete. But after he caught us fucking on the living room sofa one night, there’s nothing he hasn’t already seen.
The week passes by quickly, and as our Friday night date approaches, I start to get nervous. We have done the whole getting to know each other thing while we have been living together, and we have mastered the sex, if I say so myself. But now we need to find out if we can date like a normal couple. I have been on many first dates before, but never with someone I am already developing feelings for. I really don’t want to fuck this up.
Previously, I hadn’t wanted to know any details, but apprehension was getting to me by Friday morning. All Liam would tell me is that we were leaving at 6pm, there will be food, and I need to wear trousers and sensible shoes. This sent me spiralling while I tried to work out what we could be doing, where he was taking me, and most importantly, what the hell do I wear?
Now that I am dressed and ready to go, I feel a lot calmer. I opted for skinny jeans that make my ass look amazing, my trusty converse, and a black vest top that curves low enough to show my cleavage. I’m wearing light make-up, just enough of a dark smokey eye to make them pop, and a creamy red lipstick that makes my lips look plump and enticing. My ordinarily straight hair is curled in long red waves pinned back, so only a few sweeping strands cross my face. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited about a date.
Once I am ready, I walk downstairs to meet Liam. From the moment I woke up tied to his bed, I have always found him attractive, but never more so than how he looks right now. He sits on the sofa wearing a pair of dark ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt that hugs his muscular body. His dark hair, which usually flops in whatever direction it feels like, is now carefully styled into a spiky look. He looks almost the same as he would typically, just a bit more stylish. But what really has my ovaries exploding is what he is doing. Currently, he has a little ball of pink curled up in one of his arms, while he has a picture book in the other, and he is reading to her. She is paying absolutely no attention to the book and is instead watching Liam like he hung the moon. I know how she feels.
Kellan runs past me, his hair dripping wet and water droplets rippling down his exposed chest. Unlike Liam, who only has a few tattoos, Kellan is covered in them. He looks like an inked God, and although I have no interest in him sexually, it doesn’t hurt to look.
Obviously, I stared for just a bit too long because Liam clears his throat to get my attention. “You, go and get your coat,” he instructs me before turning to Kellan, “And you, start wearing shirts around the damn house, please.”
Kellan just chuckles and takes Hallie out of Liam’s arms. Her responding grumble tells everyone precisely who her favourite is in this house.
“You have some competition here, Bree,” he says, and now it’s my turn to chuckle.
