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The man is handsome, with curling black hair and piercing blue eyes. Every visible inch of his skin up to his chin is covered in tattoos.

He looks familiar, very freaking familiar.

Then he speaks. “If you marry into a powerful mafia family under the laws of a blood marriage, you’ll be untouchable.”

Oh. God. He’s Irish.

“Who are you?” I choke out the words.

“Callahan Murphy. Head of the family. And this is the man you’ll be marrying. My brother, Torin.”

I grab on to the arm of the couch. The world swims and black spots burst into life in front of my eyes as a third man walks into the room.

I can’t speak. I’m too consumed by the huge rush of hate and fear that simultaneously crash over me.

This man is more than familiar.

I know him.

Devastatingly handsome with midnight-blue eyes.

I’ve seen him before.

I’ve shot him before.

“It’s you.” Ican barely hear myself speak.

The wineglass slips from my shaking fingers and shatters on the floor.

It’s him.

The monster.

Quinn.

The man I hate.

Marry him?

Fuck no.

I’m going to kill him instead.

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torin

The murderin her tone flares with absolute fire.

It’s a challenge, a calling as that old, poisonous guilt starts to stretch its wings within me.

Those hate-filled eyes are the same ones burned into my memory, the silver bright and penetrating, like she can see down into my rotted core.

I let her family die.

Her ma, her da, all of them.

The precious seconds I let slip away from my mission when Shiv got shot, the handful of them that held lives in the balance… I threw them away to try and save Siobhan.