Page 87 of Intimately Faithful

This little girl felt like she was meant to be theirs.

He’d never wish anything gruesome on a person, especially a mother, but something bad had happened to Misha’s mum and now it was up to him and Aoife to make sure she was safe, happy and loved.

He kissed her little curls and set his gaze around the room. He didn’t see ginger anywhere. “Is Aoife in the other room?”

“Said she had an errand to run when she came down.”

Sonuva… Danny’s blood ran cold. “What? She knows she can’t leave the house, da!”

Where the hell was she and what was so important that she’d go against everything they’d talked about?

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As bad ideas went… this was colossal.

Nerves twitched under Aoife’s hoodie jacket and her fingers flexed more than once on the shoulder bag she carried. She knew she’d only have so many minutes to do this before the whole lot of Murphy’s were on her tail.

This was her mess.Hertrouble.

Danny was a good man, and a man many people relied on. She couldn’t get him into trouble with what the family were planning. She’d done enough already to hurt him without causing a city-wide scandal and getting him fired from a job…a vocation he loved.

The man with the black eyes dark enough to scare the crows looked upon her with shrewdness as she stood before the huge, shiny oak desk.

She’d taken an Uber the short distance to the building Grigori uses for his home base. Yelena told her enough for her to understand the magnitude of her risky move, knowing she might not walk out of that office alive again.

In that case she knew Danny would look after Misha.

“I must say, you have surprised me.”

“I surprised me too.”

Off to the side, two of Grigori’s men stood silently in their expensive suits and slicked back hair.

“You have come to return my item?”

Item? Misha was not a fucking item; she was a beautiful baby who deserved more than being described as a thing. Keeping herself calm, because blowing up would only see herself killed all the sooner, Aoife stood in one place, scared to even move for fear of what might happen.

“I’ve come to make a deal.”

The powerful mobster smirked through every inch of his evil face and lounged back in his chair.

She didn’t find him handsome at all.

She never understood women flocking to danger as they did.

Yelena had told Aoife of the attraction to this dangerous man and all he promised, knowing he was married, Yelena still had put her own neck in that evocative noose for years, going where Grigori told her to, and keeping her mouth shut about their affair.

“This I have to hear.”

“I’ll keep quiet about… what you did. As long as I am allowed to keep Misha.”

The risk she’d just laid down in just a few short words were about the most dangerous thing Aoife ever risked in her life or would ever do for the rest, if she was lucky enough to keep on breathing.

Who threatened a mob boss like that? Aoife Flanagan apparently.

Yeah, she didn’t have the brains she was born with, according to her da.

“You want me take care of problem, boss?” One of his men offered in a jovial tone.

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