Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“I don’t think so. In case you didn’t notice, Ivan went in order, and he’s skipped me, which means I don’t have to worry my little head about getting a wife.”
I sipped my glass of whiskey and glanced over at Victor. I expected him to be the next one to be married off, but no, Ivan had other plans.
“Unless he plans to give you to The Butcher to play with, and gives your domain to her.” I winked at him, and that soon wiped the smile off Victor’s face.
It wasn’t lost on me that The Butcher was spending a lot of time around my home, near Niamh, which could only mean one thing. Ivan had put The Butcher in charge of protection detail for Niamh. I had my men guarding her, as well as three men less then five feet away from her at all times. This had caused Niamh to complain, especially when she wanted to go out into the garden, or even use the bathroom, or take a shower.
The men were on a rotation between the day shift and the night shift. Six of my finest men. Nothing was going to happen to Niamh.
I also protected her. Like now, I knew Niamh had been in the bathroom for quite some time. So much that The Butcher had gone inside, and neither of them had come out.
Ivan had set our wedding day up, and of course it was extravagant, and I didn’t expect anything less from him.
I finished my glass of whiskey and placed it on the tray of a passing waiter. Ivan was doing the rounds, and I saw the respect he got from everyone.
The only person here from Niamh’s family was her brother, and he was under guard also. Ivan had taken over the negotiations with Finn Sr., and he’d kept Finn Jr. as well.
I moved toward Finn, with no other intention than to distract myself from worrying about Niamh. I wanted to go into the bathroom and find out what she was doing, but at the same time, I wanted to give her privacy.
“Enjoying the wedding?” I asked.
“It’s a beautiful … day,” he said. “It would greatly piss off my father to see it like this.”
This made me happy.
“He never liked Niamh,” Finn Jr. said. “It always pissed him off that he had to be nice to her. It’s why he would hurt her, as that gave him pleasure. He will enjoy taking whatever happiness she has, and trust me, my father has a way of getting what he wants.”
I turned to look at him, staring him in the eye. There is this smug look on Finn Jr.’s face that fades when he realized I am taller than him, bigger, and no one can protect him.
For several seconds I didn’t make a sound. I just stared at him, and let his imagination run wild.
Ivan would stop me, unless it was a power trip for Ivan to have Junior here.
“I find it fascinating that you have so much respect for a man who cannot save you,” I said. “He has made no effort to come and get you. Hasn’t even asked for proof that you’re alive. Your father never told you that the one person with all the power here is your sister. Did you know that? Niamh has the power to kill all of you, to take everything. She owns it all, which is why she was never gotten rid of. You’ve got sisters and brothers all over. Your father has never been known for his faithfulness. You’re at her mercy, and if she so decides, your life is over. I will kill your father for what he did to Niamh, not just for the beating he gave her a month ago, or my baby that he took. No, I’m going to make sure that every time he hurt Niamh in the past, he suffers, and it will be long and slow. I like that. Everyone says revenge is a dish best served cold. For me, revenge is something you take a long time administering. I know how to make him stay alive, while piece by piece I break him. You should also know, Finn, that anyone who ever hurt her is now my target. Her slut of a mother is going to die, and if she so much as says you looked at her wrong, said a bad word, or hurt her, then I will take great pleasure in remembering this moment, because I don’t give a fuck who you are. I will kill you, but I will do it slowly, and nothing, and no one will save you.”
I pulled away from him as Niamh stepped out of the bathroom. Threatening Finn with the reality of what his future was to become, I made my way over to Niamh.