Page 14 of His Deadly Devotion
“Aurora, it’s fine,” I tell her.
“It’s not fine. This is not your fault. You can’t be blamed because your parents decided to hate me. Jeez, you kidnap a guy one time…” She shakes her head.
“You kidnapped him?” This comes from a feminine voice behind Lorenzo.
“KYLA!” Aurora squeals. I’m guessing it’s her sister-in-law. The two women throw their arms around each other. “I’m soglad you’re here. Your husband is an ass,” Aurora says when they break away again.
“Yeah, but he’s a loveable ass. He grows on you.” The girl smiles up at Lorenzo.
“Get in the car. We’ve been out in the open for too long,” he says, taking his wife’s hand and walking back to the Rolls Royce he has idling on the tarmac.
I follow Aurora, opening the door for her. I step directly behind her when I see just how far the shorts she’s wearing ride up on her ass cheeks. Lorenzo didn’t come alone. There are four other cars, surrounded by who I presume are soldiers. One in particular is eyeing Aurora, or at least he’s trying to.
“If he doesn’t stop staring at her ass, I’m going to remove his fucking eyeballs from their sockets,” I growl at Lorenzo.
His head turns to follow my line of sight, and his guy immediately faces the other way. Lorenzo groans. “You’ll have to beat me to it,” he says before he gets in the car. He waits until we’re pulling away from the hangar before looking to his wife. “Aurora needs clothes, preferably ones that actually fit her, so message that shop you keep raving about and have some sent over.”
“Aurora is right here. Also, I can buy my own clothes. Also-also, my clothes do fit me,” she retorts.
“No, they don’t,” I mumble.
“What was that?” Aurora twists in her seat to look at me.
I shrug. “Those shorts could be longer.”
“Seriously? What’s wrong with my shorts, Connor?” She glares at me.
“Your ass hangs out of them. Every fucking asshole can see it,” I tell her.
“Oh boy. He’s either dumb or brave,” Kyla says to Lorenzo.
“I’m voting dumb,” he grunts.
“Yeah, guess what, Connor? It’smyass. If I want the world to see it, I will let them. You do not own me. You do not get to tell me what I can’t wear!” Aurora yells.
“Fine. Wear whatever you want. I don’t care. It’s not my eyes that will be rolling on the ground. It’ll be theirs.” I gesture a hand towards the car window.
Aurora crosses her arms over her chest. “Sure, you’re just gonna go rip out the eyes of every guy who looks at me. Be realistic, Connor.”
“Try me,” I tell her.
“Pops said I can’t kill him until you say I can, Aurora. Want me to kill him now?” Lorenzo asks.
“No,” she snaps.
“Fine, but if you change your mind…” He lifts a shoulder.
“No one is killing anyone,” Kyla adds before addressing me. “What part of Ireland is your family from?”
“Dublin, but I was born and raised in Boston,” I answer her.
“I’ve always wanted to go to Ireland. We should travel more, Lorenzo,” Kyla says.
“You know our grandmother is a red-haired Australian, so she probably has Irish ancestors. Means I probably have Irish in me too,” Aurora adds, all the fight gone from her voice.
I smirk, the thought of telling her thatshe was filled with Irish just hours agoon the tip of my tongue. Of course, I can read the fucking room and this is not the time.
“We’re not fucking Irish,” Lorenzo grunts.