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With that, she stands and leaves. Her men take the guy from me and drag his ass out. I stand staring after them.
“Wow, you’ve just made one powerful friend. I’m not on that level. At least not for now. You need a connection to drop a body or make one disappear, and I’m not around, that’s your person,” Vega murmurs.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Was that meant for her or you?”
“Doesn’t matter, he’s finished. Thanks, hon. I owe you one.”
Dean
“I’m only goingto ask you this once more. Who sent you?” I growl.
He glares into my eyes and remains silent. I bitch-slap him across the face with my Glock. His head whips to the side and he spits out blood.
“Bitch, I don’t know you. I don’t have to say shit,” the guy snarls.
A smile comes to my lips. I figured he would say something like that.
I’m already in a bad mood because my husband had to leave for that roundtable in Ireland. I’m not in the mood to play games. I had to check in with Vega.
She’s a smart and talented woman. I was there for business, so I hadn’t paid her friend too much mind. Not until the little thing single-handedly handed this asshole his ass.
She saw this motherfucker coming before my men did. I’ll handle that later, but this asshole needs to be dealt with now. Until just now, I didn’t know who his target was.
Now that he’s opened his mouth, I know he was after Vega, not me. Knowing this, I decide I’m done here. I lift my gun and aim between his eyes.
I tilt my head to the side. “You don’t know me? Good. Night night, motherfucker.”
I pull the trigger and turn to leave. My guys can clean up here. I have some shit to do.
CHAPTER 34
Love My Life
Ciara
Six months later …
Today has been sucha long day. After training this morning, I had an appointment for a six-hour piece. To say I’m exhausted is an understatement.
I am getting better and faster. The shading on that last piece impressed me and Kary. The client was so happy and gave me a nice tip.
A smile comes to my lips as I clean up my suite. I love my life. The tattoo parlor has become a huge success and we’re champions. The team from Dylan’s gym took the championship with ease last year.
It looks like we’re going to take it again this year. I love watching my man fight. Dylan dominates in the ring. Winning is the only option for him.
“What are you smiling about?” Dylan says as he walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
I startle at first, but his hold relaxes me instantly. I know it’s him from the feel of his embrace and the scent of his cologne. A glance up into the mirror confirms what I already knew. I sink back into him and crane my neck to look up at his face.
“I was thinking about you and how much I love my life.”
His face breaks into a huge smile. Dipping his head, he then takes my lips in a searing kiss. I can’t believe how he can still set my body on fire with a simple touch. I thought I’d be immune by now or something.
However, I crave Dylan more and more with each day. It’s the love he puts into his touches and how he always finds a way to make me feel special and cared for.
“How about I give you something else to smile about? I brought you dinner. Ciarán is at Jamie’s for a sleepover. It’s just me and you.”
I smile wider. I love how Dylan’s family has taken Ciarán in like one of their own. They all spend time with him all the time.
