Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Holy fuck! Rosamunde was here? His heart nearly stopped and his legs shook at the news. His palms began to sweat and he gulped to get the ability to speak.
“Where is she?” The question came out in a low, deadly rumble as every single muscle in his body prepared to fight, if needed.
Seamus’ green eyes sparkled as much as a miss who’d laid hands on the latest gossip rag and couldn’t wait to read all the tidbits. The man knew exactly who she was and what she meant to him. Bastard. He didn’t need to ask why or how he had found out, this was the man people paid to keep their information private or to acquire something on others.
Goddamnit, Rosamunde. She needed a keeper to ensure she didn’t go poking around in places like this.
“Have her in a back room.” Jimmy Mac held up a hand the instant Bryn slid forward, body instinctively settling into a fighting stance, and Bryn settled into one as well. “Dill is watching the door. From the outside, but she’s not happy.” Crossing his arms, he tilted his head. “You and I are friends, Bryn, but this can’t happen again. That woman doesn’t belong here, much less threatening to bring the robins to my door because some baby ended up at the orphanage.” A shrug. “I know she’s yours and you need to get her to heel.”
Menace lingered but Bryn didn’t take offense, Seamus had his people to protect. Not to mention his image.
Slamming back the rest of the drink, he tried—honest, he did—to keep his temper in check. “Take me to her.”
His words were so deep even he had a difficult time understanding them. With a nod, Seamus walked away, leaving Bryn to follow. At the door, in a different portion of the establishment, he waved away Dill and paused before facing Bryn.
“You in control?”
Was he? Fuck no. “I won’t hurt her if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Not a concern, I know you wouldn’t raise a hand to a woman. I’m asking if you’re in control. Believe it or not, Bryn, you’re a scary motherfucker, and from the ranting and raving coming from behind that door, she’s going to push every single button of yours she can. So I will ask once more. Are you in control?”
“Fucking open the door.” He clenched and unclenched his fists, a need to lay eyes on Rosamunde riding him harder than anything had in his past. He had to make sure she was safe and unharmed. Before he spanked the foolishness out of her.
With a single chuckle of laughter, the man withdrew a key and unlocked the door, swung it open and stepped to the side.
“Fairer sex and all that, boyo. Not sure why you’re trying to set her up with anyone else when it’s obvious to everyone she belongs to you.”
Bryn grunted, not even asking him how he’d found out. It was pointless because the man knew damn near everything. He stepped into the room, kicking the door shut behind him.
“You can’t keep me in here, locked up like a common—”
Those shamrock-green eyes widened when they found him. Rosamunde clamped her mouth shut on her tirade and chewed on her plump lower lip. Her skin was flushed from her rant and some of her chestnut hair had escaped whatever style she’d pinned it up in.
“Bryn.”
His cock thumped hard as her breathless moan of his name floated between them.
“Yes, lioness. Me.”
Scanning her best he could without putting his hands on her, he rested against the door. Content for the moment she was unharmed, he stared.
She swallowed, eyes moving from him to the handle behind him and back again.
“What in the fuck are you doing down here, Rosamunde?”
“Me? What are you doing here? Hoping to get a woman to warm your bed?”
Bryn lifted an eyebrow at the hurt and jealousy he heard in each word. “Offering yourself up?”
She snorted, not the least bit intimidated by him. “Did that already and you turned me down. I’m not foolish enough to do so again.” Rosamunde crossed her arms over her full breasts and heaved a sigh, which only made her all the more enticing. As if she knew the direction of his focus, she lowered her hands and clasped them before her waist.
“We’ll get to that load of shit in a second. Tell me. What. You’re. Doing. Here.” He had no patience left. Did this fool woman not realize how dangerous her coming here had been?
“Let me out of here. I need to speak with the owner.”
Irrational jealousy spiked him. “Why?”
“None of your business.” She stomped her foot. “You have no right to keep me here in this room. Open the door this instant.”
“Ohh, baby, you have no idea how wrong you are. You can scream all you want and not a single person will come to your aid.” He pushed from the door and prowled toward her, unable to keep the distance between them, even now. “This isn’t your part of London.”