Page 90 of Intimately Faithful

She’d assumed one day she’d be one legally.

If the dark foul look of her man striding forward until he was towering over her was a gauge, then that Murphy day might not ever come.

All the Murphy boys piled into the office and for the fact that the two Russian guards had pulled their firearms out she would have thought it was an ordinary meeting.

Danny came to her instantly, through the throng of his beautiful family, all their eyes streaked over her briefly as if to check she was okay.

But it was Danny’s big hand palmed around her nape she concentrated on.

Love and safety in that touch that she almost fainted with relief.

His eyes though, when she looked up were as violently murky as she’d ever seen them, and the flex of his fingers brought about a calmness, so it did, but also a whole truck load of lust which was just bad timing all around.

“You’re early.” Grigori stated as he nodded to his men to put their little boy guns away. She’d always thought guns were stupid—not just because they harm and kill, but it seems as if a statement to say; look at my big dick. She’d never been a fan of fake masculinity.

“Aye, that I am. My daughter-in-law got a bur in her butt so we’re here now. I’m Redd Murphy and these are my brothers.” He went through the introductions.

Aoife blinked.

The boys were expected?

As in they made an appointment to see the Russian?

“You good here, da?” Danny’s voice rushed through her, because he didn’t sound like her sweet, kind Galway boy. He sounded fit to strangle her and his hand hadn’t let up on her nape. Flex and release. Flex and release.

“Yeah, son. Take her home and give her a good thrashing.” Only every Murphy knew Redd was joking as he sent her a relaxed wink. But the two Russian guards tittered like they thought it was a great idea. Assholes.

“I will.” And Danny turned her around and began marching her to the door.

“Wait! What about Misha?”

“Not my problem,” his bored reply and she felt her heart pinch in both relief and sadness for the little girl without anyone.

She rushed to the table and grabbed her passport. All the other junk strewn on the floor they could keep.

“Not a damn word, Aoife. I mean it.” Danny grated once he’d hustled her out the door, taking the stairs two at a time and since he still clasped her tight enough to stay locked to his side, she had to skip the stairs and hope she didn’t break her damn neck.

All his cousins followed behind, that meant it was just Redd and his two brothers behind in that office… doing God knows what.

“Dammit, I don’t have long legs, Daniel. I’m going to fall.”

He growled, while the other boys laughed as he stopped mid step, tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of spuds and carried on.

The boys following closely behind as they wound around the four flights, laughed at the way she bounced unladylike, cursing as she did on his strong shoulder, calling out instructions of how Danny should thrash her. “I’ll clout the lot of you if he dares, so I will.”

Danny’s palm landed with a smack on her bottom and though Aoife shrieked in shock, he left his hand right there holding her skirt down.

That big hand gave her one quick pet and she calmed instantly.

Her Galway boy getting her out of yet another scrape.

And she realized he’d always come for her. No matter what.

She braced both hands on his butt as they reached the ground floor. “I love you, Danny Murphy.”

“Aww…puke.” The peanut gallery piped in with cackles as if they hadn’t just left their family upstairs to deal with men and their guns.

The lot of them were crackers.

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