Young Irish Rebels

When trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want. I offer her a deal. I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed. One night of submission.

I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown. And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia. I don’t have time for distractions - much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence. When Maeve comes back into my life, I fight like hell to resist the pull she has on me. An attraction that has only grown stronger with time.

In order to secure my place in the Irish Mafia, I agree to an arranged marriage. A marriage with a willing bride, one groomed to be the wife of a mafia king. What I get is a redheaded beauty hell-bent on my destruction. That doesn’t stop me from wanting her. From needing to taste her ruby red lips. The fire that blazes in her defiant eyes lights a desire inside of me that demands I claim her as my own. While she wastes my time defying me with every breath, the North rises up demanding retribution for a crime that was buried a long time ago.

My father needs a pawn as he plays King with the Irish Mafia. Releasing me from the asylum walls that kept me from my revenge, I'm free to play a few games of my own. Games I plan on winning. The taste of revenge sits sweetly on my tongue as I watch her, Claire, my new obsession. I keep her safe in a cage made of glass. Safe from the cravings she stirs in me. I watch her, my hunger growing with every move she makes.

My family are Mafia A truth I still can't accept. A secret I want no part in, one that could get me killed. My father placed me in Cillian's hands for protection, or so I'm told. But his protection feels like prison bars, and I refuse to be his captive. My Life is unraveling. My father's words feel like lies. And the longer I stay hidden with my bodyguard, the more I see the truth. Cillian is everything I shouldn't want, a threat no one saw coming. I'm in the hands of my father's enemy, hands that make me ache. Now I have a choice to make. A deadly choice.