Tristan
You could hear a pin drop.
"Is she spoken for?" Ivan asks, confused.
Yes.
"No," Kevan Fallon snaps.
I feel a cold sweat on my brow.
I just laid out my entire hand.
"I'm sure my brother-in-law only means that she is currently in a relationship with our man, Jake McCormac," Mira says, coming to my rescue. I'm too distracted by my own racing mind to give her a look of thanks.
What am I doing?
"We will come to you with a candidate in the morning and we'll put something together," Ronan adds diplomatically.
"As will we," Ivan nods thoughtfully.
A few last items are discussed, but all I hear is the blood rushing to my head.
The meeting ends and everyone clears out.
"Tris, Sean, Cal, stay behind," Ronan says. Parker gives me a confused look before following his very pissed off father. I know I'm about to get a reaming for speaking out of turn. I don't give a fuck. They can't barter Caitlin like that. Not her.
She's everything good and pure and right.
And she's more than a marriage pawn.
The five of us sit together. Cal pours me a glass of whiskey and slides it to me.
Mira gives me a contemplative look.
"What...the fuck, Tris?" Ronan finally asks.
I shrug.
"Don't defy me again in front of people outside the family," Ronan slams his palm on the conference table. I give him a meaningful look.
"Don't use Caitlin and we won't have a problem," I sip my drink, not willing to back down.
"You have a reason for your objection?" Ronan snaps.
"Other than the fact that it's fucking wrong? Not really," I shrug, lying out of my ass.
"McCormac will understand. He'll move on. She's a passing fascination for him," Ronan says with meaning, looking me right in the eyes as he says, 'passing fascination.'
Fuck that.
She's not a passing anything to me.
I've known her my entire life.
I care about her.
She'll never be able to marry me. I can't give her that life. I can't be a good man, a good husband – but I can't watch her be traded off like cattle, either.
"Fuck McCormac, too. That wasn't her choice either," I grunt, "She's not a chip on your bargaining table."
Ronan sighs, rubbing his brow in frustration.
Mira and Sean are both studying me.
I don't give a fuck. I swig back the rest of the whiskey, letting it burn my throat. Why does my chest still fucking hurt?
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The Warrior's Gamble
RomanceBook Two: Caitlin Fallon has spent her whole life pining after her brother's best friend, Chicago mafia prince, Tristan Donnelly. Tristan never believed he was good enough for Caitlin, a girl he always knew was just as beautiful inside as she is out...