“Naturally, I’m very aware of whom you’re working for. I know he’s your boss. So, if you really can’t help me, then just send me back home. I won’t hold it against you,” said Deirdre despite already deciding to coerce Sam by capitalizing on his softr-heartness.She was sure Brendan would never punish Sam too much, even if he disobeyed his boss a little, which meant she could stand to be more forceful and get what she wanted. And yet, in the end, she could not find it in her to do it. Sam had been nothing but kind and helpful to her—she could not let herself force this same man into a corner and use him as a means to her end.“But you’re just going to try to see Mr. Brighthall through some other way if I send you back home, right?”Deirdre cast her eyes down. “You’re not wrong.”He sighed. “Christ. I guess… I guess I could ask Mr. Brighthall to agree, if nothing else. I’m not allowed to make my own decisions, but I can at least suggest something to him.”He got out of the car and w
Deirdre’s rage dissipated in all of her weariness. He was right—she knew what she was getting when she chose to do this. Brendan stared down at her from his nose, his gaze unreadable. “So, why are you here, exactly?”Deirdre closed her eyes. “I want you to let Kyran live in peace.”“What!?”She opened her eyes and swallowed the bitter lump forming in her throat. Her pretty, clear eyes were begging him. “Please, Brendan, if you’re pissed about something, just vent it on me. Don’t drag Kyran into it, please! He doesn’t know. He doesn’t deserve it.”The absurdity of this revelation crashed onto him. He gripped her chin tightly and pulled her closer in. “I wish I could crack your skull open just to see whatever the h*ll is eating your brain. You’re accusing me of venting my steam on Kyran somehow!?”“Am I wrong?” A look of confusion swept across her face momentarily before certainty replaced it. Kyran had not been acting like himself lately, and that woman had something to do with i
“Feeling it already?” Brendan smirked, his eyes narrowing at the sight. He bent, looming over her, and gently tipped Deirdre’s chin up at him.She slapped her hand away as shame rose to take control of her. Everything about it was so embarrassing, yet Brendan was such a professional at kissing that even her rage could not come up with any retaliation.She asked for it the moment she came to see him. She knew this was going to happen.She fought her shame at bay and clenched her hands. “Why? Why are you doing this? If Charlene knows… She’s not going to be happy about this!”The name seemed to have summoned dark clouds into Brendan’s gaze. Deadpanned, he replied, “Why? Because that’s who we are. That’s what all men are. Just because I love her doesn’t mean I’m going to save myself for her or something stupid like that. I can always indulge in my old bedmate if I do it behind her back.”‘His old bedmate… Me…’Deirdre blanched at the idea. She shot a look of disappointment at Brendan
Deirdre shook herself awake and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Oh, God. Sorry. I was lost in thoughts. Thanks for bringing me home.”“Don’t mention it.” Sam hesitated for a moment before asking, “Um, Miss McKinnon, you don’t look so good. Are you okay? Did Mr. Brighthall say something demeaning again?”Deirdre wished that was the extent of his humiliation back there. She wished that was all it took for this to end. But Brendan clearly enjoyed dragging it out. Deirdre resented him for it, yet she was clearly too hapless to do anything about it.She could not say much to Sam, so she smiled and assured him that she was fine. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can you help me remove Brendan’s number from my blacklist?”Sam had never worked with an old model before this, but it didn't take him long to get used to it. It took him only a minute. Deirdre thanked him and left. Then, for days on end, Deirdre lived in a constant state of anxiety and distress. She would jump, prepare herself men
”Well, I’ve been telling you to do that for a while now, haven’t I?” Kyran replied softly. “And turn off the lights too. I’ll only be home in the wee hours of the morning, tops. Go ahead and get some rest before me.”‘Early morning, then? Well, that’s enough time.’Deirdre clutched the edge of her skirt tightly. “Don’t… work yourself too hard, okay? When everything’s finally over, we… We’ll move to Germia.”“Yes, we will.” He let out a soft chuckle. “I’ll marry you there.”Deirdre’s ears were still red and burning when the call ended, but she did not have the luxury of time to enjoy it. She marched to her closet and took out a dress. A simple touch-up with lipstick later, she let her hair down just as her phone alarm beeped.She took her keys and hailed a cab. It hardly took her that much time—this was the moment when the city’s nightlife was starting. “To Sigh and Sea, please.”Deirdre had a guess on what kind of establishment it could be, and it turned out to be just as she had
“Where’s Brendan?” Deirdre demanded.“Brendan’s not here, sweetheart!” The middle-aged man brought his beer mug toward her and caressed her cheeks. “You’re here to serve us.”Serve? Deirdre’s eyes trembled. She slapped the man’s hand away. “Don’t touch me!”The crowd erupted into laughter. “Oh! Spicy!”The middle-aged man grabbed her hand with the strength of a lobster’s claw. “But what if I’m touching you, huh? What are you gonna do about it, huh? Brendan got you here to be our entertainment for the night, sweetheart. Make us happy, and we’ll make you very happy too!”Deirdre’s quivering eyes turned red. She was shaking. Brendan had sent her there to be their plaything!?A chill ripped through her innards. Every breath felt like a stab to her lungs. No wonder Brendan had told her to come here and to put on something “nice”. He never planned to let her live in peace—he wanted to humiliate her to win back Charlene’s heart!The man reached out again. “Come drink with me, babe!”D
Mr. Cruz had hardly finished his sentence when a very stormy-faced Brendan threw a punch at Mr. Cruz’s nose. The older man wailed and collapsed on the floor as blood sprayed from his broken nose. That was only the beginning. Brendan’s face had twisted into a vein-popping, nightmarish glower. He grabbed Mr. Cruz by his collar and dished out more punishment square on his face. Every hit was rock solid, and even as blood was spraying, there was no sign of Brendan lessening his force.It happened so quickly that the crowd was too startled to say anything or pull him away. They just gawked at him, though one of them managed to be aware enough to cry out, “What are you doing, Brighthall? That’s Mr. Cruz right there! You’re going to need his favors, right!?”“Since when have I ever needed any f*cking favor from a sh*thead!?” Brendan thundered, his eyes dangerously red. His gaze was so sharp it was like the service end of a dagger, and the man promptly shut himself up, pale.Brendan gav
Deirdre was hysterical. She lunged and pounded her fists on him in a post-traumatic fit. “Are you happy now? Huh? Are you finally satisfied now!? Nothing pleases you more than seeing me humiliated and dehumanized and suffering from a nervous breakdown, doesn’t it, you demon!? If you hate me so much—if you hate me this much—then why didn’t you let me die and rot in prison!? Let me die with my child, and I wouldn’t have to suffer all of your torment for no f*cking reason!”Brendan froze. It felt like a million thorns were stabbing his chest simultaneously, stinging him so much that his teeth chattered. It hurt, yet he could not even garner the strength to voice it. It took him a while to reel out of that pain. He threw his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as he could, as though he was worried that she might vanish if he did not. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry… I should have protected you.”He was muttering to himself as pain ravaged him.“You’re sorry?” It was a scoff. What an abs