Molly

“Well, bloody hell. Granddad wasn’t kidding when he said he was cleaning house.” I walk around the massive warehouse full of guns, jewelry, and alcohol. It's everything he had.

“Dunne was very generous.” Novak goes in deeper. “How much is it all worth?” He asks.

“Twelve million,” Quinn supplies. I knew this, but Novak seems surprised.

“That’s what I'm worth to make me an O’Sullivan bride.” I meant it as a joke, but when I turn to Quinn, I see his eyebrows pinch and a deep frown sets in. I guess he didn’t find it funny.

“That’s a shitload of money. Your grandfather must’ve been eager to retire,” Novak says as he picks up a gun to inspect it.

“Let's just say he wanted more from his legacy than being a mob family,” I explain.

“And you had no interest in taking over?” Novak inquires. I notice Quinn’s interested in my answer as well.

I shrug then tell them, “If granddad wanted me too, I would. But it’s not a role I’d like full-time.”

“You’d be good at it.”

“I know.” I smile at Novak, making him chuckle. Suddenly I feel my phone buzz, and see it’s my Granddad when I check the screen. “I’ll take this outside,” I announce then head for the door before they can comment.

“Granddad,” I say with a smile once I'm outside.

“Irish, I've heard your first few days were adventurous.” Shane must’ve called him.

“I was just exploring, and it's amazing here. Quinn’s fight clubs are impressive.”

“He’s an impressive young man. I had a feeling you’d get along.”

“Granddad, he’s hardly a young man. He’s thirty-four for bloody Christ.”

“He is to this old man” he chuckles. “Riley and Seg were annoyed you missed the poker night.”

“I left my pit winnings for them to have some fun on me.”

“Giving them money isn't the same as you being there. They want a night with you when you come and visit.” I don’t comment on the fact he didn’t say when I come home.

“Tell them to enjoy finally winning for now, but I'm cleaning them out when I get there.” He laughs again.

“Love you, lass.”

“Love you too.” I hang up and take a deep breath. I see an SUV pull up with Shane driving. I have no idea how he found me or this place, but he always does.

“Good morning,” I smile at him.

“Irish,” he says with a nod. “Inventory checks out?” He asks, seeming a wee bit tired, stressed. That’s not like him.

“Yeah, the boyos are going over it now.” I pause and take a closer look at him. He seems off, not his usual self. “You okay?”

He lets out a breath. “I’m fine, Irish, just trying to get my sate legs.”

I haven’t stopped to think just how Shane is feeling about this significant change in our lives. He’s worked with the family since he was a teenager, climbing up the ranks over the years. Now he’s here, with no place and nothing to go home to.

“Have you thought about what you wanted to do here? I’m sure if you asked Quinn he’d give you a position. He’d benefit from a man with your experience,” I suggest.

He doesn’t look too impressed by it though.

“Or go back to Ireland, retire like Granddad, enjoy your life.” It would pain me to see him leave, but he’s done so much for me, he deserves to enjoy himself now.

He stares at me, like he has something to say but nods slowly instead. “Hopefully Quinn doesn’t give me a position that’s too degrading.”

I should be happy he’s deciding to stay, but I feel like this isn’t what he really wants. He seems conflicted in some way. The warehouse door opens, and Quinn and Novak step out.

“Novak, this is my Uncle Shane. Shane this is Novak, he controls California.” The men exchange handshakes and chat for a bit. I walk over to Quinn and gently pull him to the side. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he says instantly, taking a step closer to me, completely invading my space. It’s a welcome invasion.

“Where would Shane fit in with all this?”

He pauses for a moment before asking, “What position does he want?”

“I’m not sure, something like his station before though. All I’m asking is for you to have a conversation with him.”

“Of course,” he instantly agrees. I smile and lean up to kiss him on the cheek. He smells incredible, and I want to curl up with him in bed. I remember where we are though, and take a step back.

“Thank you, Quinn,” I say with a smile.

Shane and Novak join us. “I’ll send my guys next week for part of the inventory and Lawson should be here in the next two weeks.”

“Why not just send some men? He doesn’t need to come in person.” Quinn says.

“He wants to meet your lovely wife,” Novak replies with a grin and Quinn rolls his eyes. “You and Cleo are cut from the same cloth,” he tells me.

“Then she must be a remarkable woman,” I say.

“Oh, she is, and I have a feeling you two will be fast friends.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ll talk to you later. It was nice meeting you Shane,” Novak says then leaves.

“Shane, I’m going to send you to Jack and Ryan at the Plaza Club. They’ll give you a rundown, maybe you can help with some security problems we’ve been having,” Quinn suggests.

“Sounds right up my alley, O’Sullivan.” He nods then heads to his SUV and drives away.

I turn to Quinn and ask, “What now?”

He’s staring at me again like he’s deep in thought and whatever it is bothers him.

“Well, spit it out already,” I push, knowing he wants to say something.

He steps forward, running his hands up my arms to my neck and through my wild hair. He grabs a handful and tugs me even closer, pushing my head up towards him. My breasts are pressed against his hard chest, and I use my hands to brace myself on his massive arms.

“I’d give everything I own and more to have you as my wife. You’re fucking priceless, more valuable than anything on this earth.” His voice is loud, earnest, and sincere. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and his words fill me with love and passion for him.

I grab his face and bring it down for a punishing kiss. He doesn’t hesitate and eagerly returns it. His soft lips and beard feel fantastic. I could kiss him all day. Wrapping my arms around him, his hands roam my back and squeeze my ass. The hardness of his cock sends a thrill through me, knowing I affect him this way. Eventually, we pull apart, both fighting for air. I can’t help but reach up and pet his beard.

“That was fucking hot,” I breathe out. “We need to do that often.” Quinn chuckles and leans in close, our lips barely touching.

“You won’t hear me disagreeing,” he growls and gives me a quick hard kiss. “Let’s get going. We have some business to attend to.”

“We?” I question.

“You and me. Husband and wife,” he clarifies.

“All right then.” Quinn takes my hand as we walk to the SUV, ready to go to work.