“Oh, I know,” I respond. “But the woman whose arse you just grabbed? She’s the owner’s niece.”
“Fuck, okay. Look, no harm, no foul.” He sniffs a little, his eyes still wild.
Liam walks up to me. We’ve got a few spectators watching this shit go down.
His gaze rakes over the girls, noting the defensive way they’re standing. “Are you girls okay?”
“We’re good, Uncle Liam,” Ally assures him. “Although you may want to educate the fuckhead that when a girl says no, she means no, especially when she’s already taken. He’s lucky I didn’t stab him when he grabbed my arse.” She goes on to inform her uncle, who’s gone rigid at her words, and his eyes grow flinty as he turns to the guy who’s still in my grip.
“You touched my niece?” he growls. I’d always known that the O’Shea men are dangerous, but Liam usually gave off a calming air. Now, though, I see the dangerous man behind the kind façade he usually wore. Turning to me, he asks, “You good if the boys and I take him? I’m sure her Da would like a word. You go ahead and enjoy the rest of your evening. Don’t let this gobshite ruin your evening.”
It takes me a minute to consider it. My blood is boiling, and I’d love nothing more than to join Liam. Ally’s soft hand presses against my lower back as she rises to her toes to whisper in my ear, “Let Uncle Liam and Dad take over. Come dance with me.”
Slowly, I release the fuckhead and push him towards Liam, who catches him. The fuckhead had been quiet up until then, but he starts squawking as soon as Liam has hold of him, demanding to know if Liam knows who his father is and that they can’t kidnap him.
“Shut the fuck up,” Liam growls, marching him away. “I know who your father is, and he’ll not be pleased that you fucked up in my club.”
Turning back to Ally, I gather her in my arms as the music starts again and the lights dim. I’d not even noticed when they’d come on or when the music stopped.
“I know you’re angry,” Ally whispers in my ear. “And I know that all you want to do is pound on the idiot, but how about instead of doing that you use up that energy with me. Let’s go home, and you can fuck me into the mattress instead.”
My anger leeches out of me at her words, and I start to laugh. Pressing my forehead to hers, I grin, “Fucking love you, Ally. And I’m always happy to fuck you into the mattress, baby. Let’s get the rest of this lot moving, and I’ll make that happen,” I assure her.
She returns my grin with one of her own before turning away from me and whistling, then makes a circle above her head and starts for the door, dragging me along with her.
Looks like my girl’s in a hurry to get home. Nobody moans, but some are shaking their heads in amusement as they follow us out of the club and to the minibus.
Other than the idiots who interrupted our night, it’s been a good night.
And when we got home, I made good on Ally’s request and fucked her into the mattress until she was boneless and exhausted. We fell asleep peacefully, unaware that a few miles away, The Hole was getting a workout as the O’Shea men taught manners to arseholes who didn’t understand that no means no.
CHAPTER 7
ALLY
The months seemed to fly by after we’d had our early stag and hen do. Bren and Jeanie were working hard at getting everything ready. The twentieth of September was only a week away. Next week, all the family would start to arrive from various parts of the world.
I wasn’t sure how my dad, uncles, and granda were going to take that my Uncle Andy was coming. Honestly, I’d been surprised when he’d responded, and that he had a family blew my mind. I’m not even sure Uncle Johnny knew about them.
I guess weddings were all about getting family together or creating drama.
We’d had my last dress fitting last week. Mum, Jeanie, Abby, and I’d spent the day in London. It had been a lovely day of female bonding. I’d missed spending time with my sister, but now that she was done with university and was back home, we saw each other more often. Having all of us within a few minutes from the O’Shea compound made the overprotective men in our family ecstatic.
I’m so happy that I got on with Sam’s mum. It would have been awful if I didn’t, considering she was not only going to be my mother-in-law, but she was also my boss.
Our dresses were gorgeous; we couldn’t be happier with them, and they were now hanging up in my wardrobe in my childhood bedroom. Jeanie and I were wearing the exact same dress, except mine had a train and was white, while hers was a deep purple so dark it almost looked black unless under the lights.
Jeanie would make sure they were in my room in the hotel next week if I couldn’t pick them up. Sam and I’d be staying at the hotel from the Tuesday so that when Cash, Lizzie, and their kids, along with Maestro and Stacey, arrived on Wednesday we’d be there to meet them.
I was powering through work so that Abby wasn’t left holding the bag while Sam and I were away on honeymoon. Cash and Lizzie had reached out earlier in the year via Jeanie and had insisted that a fully paid-for honeymoon was their gift to us. We were booked for fourteen days in the Greek Islands. Both Sam and I’d been stunned, and Sam had wanted to protest, but I’d stopped him, carefully explaining that this was what Cash and Lizzie had wanted to give us when I’d been on a call with her to ensure that they were sure about spending so much money on us. It had taken some persuasion, but he’d given in.
We weren’t originally going to go anywhere fancy on honeymoon. Not because we couldn’t afford it, but because we didn’t need to go anywhere fancy and had made a decision to go away for a long weekend instead. We were both more than happy being surrounded by our family, but the more I thought about it, the more I was looking forward to it. I’d have Sam to myself for an entire two weeks; why wouldn’t I be thrilled with that?
Lizzie and I spoke a lot over the last few months, and I realised how lucky we were to have the family we did have. I understood from Lizzie that Cash felt so much guilt about not being there for Sam growing up. When they’d reconnected, Sam had been in his late teens, and with Abby and Reaper getting together, Cashdidn’t feel like he had the right to disrupt Sam’s life. As for Sam, I knew he wasn’t sure how he felt about Cash and there was resentment there; however, he loved Lizzie and their kids.
So many feelings that had been hurt over the years. Between Sam and Cash and my own family and their feelings towards their younger brother, I was wondering if anything would kick off, or if they’d all be sensible and put aside differences for the day.
Sam had suggested that I speak to my dad and uncles before Andy arrived, if only so that they could be there for my granda if anything happened to upset him.