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I don’t mind that.
I am that man in many people’s stories.
“She will hate us if we drag her on that jet. But you? You might scare her enough for her to comply. She’s a fuckin’ handful, Reggie. But on the inside she’s soft as shit. I worry about her since she saw our dad die. The drinking has gotten worse again. When she rebels, she self-destructs. I have to be careful.”
I grab the whiskey from Rowan’s cupboard and pour a generous amount in my coffee.
“Does she have a drinking problem?” I ask.
Rowan and I grew up with that. Our mom and dad were fucked every hour of every day.
“No. She just parties a lot. It’s all distraction, I think. We’ve protected her so much, she’s ended up lost.”
I swallow hard.
“When do you want me? I’ll come and collect my fiancée. But I’ll leave it to you to explain to Declan why I’m flying across the world for this.”
Theo lets out a breath.
“Thank you. I will.”
“And if she punches me in the bollocks, I’ll fly over to you and return the fuckin’ favor. We clear?”
Theo chuckles nervously.
“Mate, I can’t promise you anything. She’s unpredictable, to put it nicely. Especially frosty at the start. If you can get her to warm to you, you might be able to still have kids in the future.”
I instinctively rub my cock, cringing at the thought.
“I’m the last person alive she would warm to. Warm isn’t a word anyone has used to describe me,” I joke.
“Well, good luck. I’ll text you her tracker details. If you want backup, that can be arranged.”
We cut the call and I finish my drink, staring at the clock ticking on Rowan’s wall.
I should have asked Theo for a picture. I’m intrigued to see what she looks like, if it’s how I imagine her.
But, part of me wants to wait for the surprise.
Because I like a woman with fire. And I have a feeling this one isn’t just a flicker, she’s about to blaze through me.
Fuck it. I quickly type out a message to Theo to send a picture over. I have to know what I’m walking into here.
3
ROWAN
Opening up the door to Drago’s house, Reggie tries to pull me back. But it’s too late, I’m already through and heading for his living room.
Drago’s blue eyes lock onto mine as he talks in Russian on the phone.
He sounds pissed. It’s hard to tell, though; he’s like Reggie, constantly fuckin’ grumpy.
“Have you heard of knocking?” Drago asks, placing his phone down next to his laptop on the couch.
“I have. I chose not to. You invited us here, at this specific time. I assumed you’d be expecting us,” I tell him casually as I drop down on the couch opposite him.
“I could have been busy?” He raises an eyebrow.
