Quinn

Lawson and I move out to the back porch. He’s sipping his beer and I open another.

“That’s your fifth and you barely drink. What’s wrong? You’ve been over the moon since she walked into your life,” Lawson says.

I take a deep breath, finally letting it out. I should still be over the moon because today was one of the best of my life. My wife agreed to stay my wife, and she fucking loves me too. But I'm also worried about everything else that is happening and I’m hiding it from Molly on top of that.

“Fuck,” I grunt out, getting frustrated just by thinking about it.

“What is it?” Lawson pushes.

“Shit is going down.”

“You seem extra agitated. I'm guessing it has something to do with Kevin Murry and Molly?”

“There is NO Kevin Murry and Molly,” I snap, ready to strangle him just by saying their name in the same sentence.

He gives me a look. “Damn, I knew you loved her but it's still weird as hell seeing you gone over a woman.”

“She’s not just any woman. She's my fucking wife.”

“Geez man, you're too worked up to even have a conversation. Just tell me what’s up and how I can help. Novak and I are always here for you,” he pauses and adds, “Foster too.”

“Where to begin?” I ask, then it all comes pouring out. “It all started a week after Molly got here. My man, Zed, who controls protection for the prostitutes was murdered, the haul from two of my loan sharks was stolen, Ian has all but disappeared, and if that wasn’t enough, I got a call from Murry himself declaring all-out war unless I give him Molly.”

“And I'm guessing everything that has been going on is all Murry’s doing,” Lawson supplies.

“Of course. Connor said he got the same threat. Apparently, he’s obsessed with ruling the underworld of Ireland, and wants Molly as his wife.” I feel the anger boiling inside me just thinking about it.

“Why?” He asks. “Do they have a hist-“ I glare at him before he can finish his sentence.

“The Dunne family has controlled it for a very long time and having one as his wife would allow him to hold onto the connection and they’ll most likely work with him when he takes over,” I explain.

“So, he thinks he can screw with you and you’ll what? Give her up?” He chuckles. “He obviously hasn’t spent a damn minute with that woman.”

“He hasn’t. And to make matter worse, we can't find him.”

“We?”

“Connor and me. He’s sure he's no longer in Ireland and Our only assumption is he’s headed here, or has probably already arrived.”

“And Molly knows none of this?” He asks, judgment clear on his face.

“Oh, fuck off. You did the same thing to Cleo to keep her safe,” I remind him. “I fucking hate how I can't even track the bastard.”

“You know who can?” He asks and I shake my head. “Foster” he supplies.

“No shit?”

“He has a gift for it. Both Novak and I have used him to track guys that ran off in his territory.” Now that I think about it I recall them mentioning something about it.

I whip out my phone and dial Foster, putting it on speaker.

“Irish.” Foster’s grumpy voice answers and I smile instantly, just remembering that’s what he calls me, and it’s also my Molly’s nickname. “I hear congratulations are in order. And condolences to the woman who married you.”

Lawson chuckles and I roll my eyes as he says, “Foster, you’ll love her. She reminds me of Cleo but think pure bred Irish and a professional fighter.”

He whistles on the other end. “An Irish for the Irish. Knew it would take someone big to take the fucker down.” He laughs.

“Well, this fucker needs your help,” I snap, annoyed by all the talk about my wife.

“What do you need?” He‘s all business now. Since Cleo’s kidnapping our alliance with Foster has been going very well and he’s always helpful when we need him.

I explain the situation and what I want him to do.

“I’ll leave tonight, better to get this shit over with,” he explains.

“Thanks, Foster. Talk to you soon.” And I hang up. “I suggest you stay out of this,” I tell Lawson.

“Why? I want to help,” he demands.

“You need to think of Cleo. She's pregnant, you need to keep her safe.”

“The guys can while I come back and help,” he tries again.

“No man. Leave it to me and Foster. If I need more, I’ll call you and Novak,” I assure him.

“So, you're leaving Novak out too?” He seems surprised.

“For now. You know he’s going through some things again.” I know I don’t have to go into any more detail than that.

He nods in agreement. “Fine, but don’t hesitate to call us. Or I’ll kick your ass.” I can't help but chuckle at him since I probably have thirty pounds and two inches on him.

The girls walk out just then, full of laughter. I can't help but smile at Molly’s happiness. She and Cleo seem like best friends already. We wrap up the evening and say bye to Cleo and Lawson.

When we get to our bedroom, I slowly start peeling off her clothes. After talking to Lawson and Foster about Murry I’m wound up. My craving for her runs deep, and I need to know she’s safe with me, that she’s mine.

After we’re both naked, we fall to the bed, tangled up in each other. “Quinn,” Molly moans, pulling back from our make out session. “Are you okay?” I guess I can't hide my feelings as well as I thought.

“Yeah,” I smile down at her. “I just need my wife.” I assure her. “I love you.”

With her red hair spread across our bed, naked for me to see and taste all of her, how can I not need her? But it's not just physical, it's emotional as well. She completes me.

“I love you too.” And with those words she’s sealed her fate. She’s never leaving me. No matter what, she’s mine forever.