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His eyes narrow, but they avert, and he turns, heading down the hall and around the corner into the crowd beyond.

If I’m lucky, maybe he’ll get smothered by tits and ass. It would make everything so much easier.

The door to the ladies’ room opens, and Heaven emerges. I take her hand, drawing her into my arms. “Let’s go.”

Heaven frowns as she looks up at me with that sharp gaze that bores into my soul. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

She shrugs. “You just look…I don’t know, off.”

“I’m just preoccupied with getting you naked again.”

“Oh. Well, in that case…” She loops her arm through mine. “We’d better get home.Fast.”

As long as Dominguez doesn’t try to screw things up by trying to fuck me over and collect his prize first. He won’t get anywhere if he tries. I’ll destroy him, but I’d rather things play out as planned. There’s more to gain that way.

He’s an enemy. A useful one at the moment, and one I need to definitely keep a closer eye on.

There are plenty more just like him, and worse.

And I know that in this life, we’ll never truly be safe…

From anyone.

CHAPTER19

HEAVEN

“Heaven forbid you learn to hold your liquor,” Molly quips, steadying me against the wall. “You’ve been in New York for too long, love.”

I stumble out of The Temple Bar, a pub in Dublin, clinging to my cousin, Molly. She’s trying hard to slick a lip gloss wand across her lips, but I’m making it difficult since I keep swaying into her. She has only succeeded in coloring her cheek and chin so far.

A loud chuckle erupts from my throat and I take a swig of the pint clutched in my hand. “You’ve, ah, got some lip gloss on your nose, too,” I say, backing into the railing as I point it out to her.

Molly rolls her eyes and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a long drag. “Breathe, Heaven. You desperately need air right now.”

“If I sober up, I’ll just have too much crap running through my mind. It’s better this way,” I say, teetering in my heels.

“Listen, I know you’re preoccupied with that meeting,” Molly says but I hold up a hand.

“Stop! I’m compartmentalizing.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not going to think about that tonight. I’m only opening the fun box tonight.”

“Sounds so dirty.” Molly takes a drag of her cigarette and blows out a thin stream of smoke.

I force a giggle, even though the so-called fun box has just been doused by a big-ass bucket of water courtesy of my cousin.

The meeting.

The reason my family is here in Dublin in the first place.

But I didn’t want to think about that tonight.

I’d already thought about it plenty after I overheard Granddad speaking to Dad earlier. Snippets of the conversation bubble up in my mind, and I clench my glass tightly, imagining it’s one of their necks.

Or both of them.

Molly gives me a curious look. “You sure you don’t want to let it out, Heaven? I mean, the booze will only help until you wake up tomorrow. And then you’re gonna have to deal with realityanda nasty hangover. Talk to me.”

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