Page 3 of Earn Me

Even worse.

Keiran gritted his teeth as he set her on her feet. "Be careful next time," he bit out before swiftly turning his back, not wanting to give her the chance to speak.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

There was a reason this girl was the adopted daughter of Marvin and Gail Quinn. And it was the same reason Viktor hadn't let her know she was a Biancardi. Viktor's world only meant death and darkness. And since that world was also where Keiran belonged, to be seen with him was a curse innocent girls like her didn't even deserve to know existed.

Do better, de Laigny!

Keiran had introduced himself to the club manager as the owner of a small carpentry business. It was a cover-up, of course, and he had offered the lowest bid for his services because he needed the quickest and safest access to the club.

His blood debt to Viktor Biancardi was like how all deals were made in their world.

A life for a life.

It was that simple.

And in their case, Viktor held the key to unmasking the people behind Onesimus' abduction.

In return, it would be Keiran's lifelong duty to take care of Cadence Quinn, and this included having secret cameras installed in her home, her school, and every place she frequented, including this posh little club where all the rich folks in their town enjoyed flaunting their newest clothes and toys.

Keiran gave his men a week to finish the job. But what he didn't realize was how by the end of that same week...he would also end up rescuing Cadence from disastertwofucking times more.

There was that day she had her nose stuck between the pages of another cookbook, and she was so intent on what she was reading that she didn't even realize she was about to walk straight into a wall...if not for Keiran seeing her from across the hallway and saving her cute little nose from a bloody fate.

And then there was the other time when she didn't see a wet spot on the floor, and it was Keiran again losing his cool as he sprinted like the next fucking Usain Bolt, and all so he could keep her from cracking her skull wide open.

Thank fuck his men were about to finish the job today...or this girl would kill him far more easily than his enemies ever had a chance to.

But just as Keiran was about to leave and walk out of her life for good—-

Are you fucking kidding me?

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a girl with shoulder-length caramel-colored hair balanced precariously on a flimsy-looking branch as she tried her best to reach for God knew what.

What the hell was wrong with this girl?

Keiran was tempted to just walk out then and there.

But then he saw the branch start to break—-

Ah, fuck.

Cadence could only gulp when she once again found herself in the arms of the only man she had ever crushed on.

Keiran.

And as always, he looked absolutely furious with her as he dumped her back on her feet.

"Why can't you just fucking ask for help when you need to?" Keiran snarled.

"I—-I'm s-sorry," Cadence stammered. "I didn't m-mean to—-"

"Then stop trying to give me a heart attack, dammit!"

"I wasn't—-"

"Then why do you keep getting into trouble whenever I'm around?" Keiran growled. "Or is that your way of trying to catch my attention?"

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