Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(45)

“We’ll stay here a little longer.” I dust my lips over her hair and she sighs contentedly.

“Okay, but I might fall asleep right here.”

“Then I’ll carry you to bed if you do, sweetheart. And to address your earlier question, seeing you with my brothers still makes me as hard as iron and I still want to fuck you as much as I always have.” I kiss her again and pull the blanket all the way over her as I wrap my arms tighter around her body.

“Devil,” she chuckles softly and the sound makes me smile.



Half an hour later she is fast asleep in my arms as I carry her to my bed. Crawling in beside her, I pull her to me and she mumbles my name.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep,” I whisper in her ear and she smiles sleepily as she wraps an arm around my neck.

We lie in the darkness. I listen to her soft, steady breathing as her heart beats against my own and I have never felt more at peace in my entire life. I only wish that it could last. But my uncle is still out there and I know there will be no lasting peace for any of us until he takes his last breath.





Chapter 32





Jessie





I watch my four handsome men eating their breakfasts and my heart flutters in my chest. How is it that one person gets to be lucky enough to deserve the four of them? I swear one day I’m going to wake up and this will all be a dream that I’ve concocted in order to survive my time with the Wolf. Perhaps one day I’ll wake up and still be in his fortress in the hills.

Thoughts of Paul Ryan make my heart flutter for an entirely different reason and I know it’s only a matter of time before he makes his move. I have no idea when or where, but the one thing I am sure about is that we need to act first.

“When is the funeral?” Mikey asks, snapping me from my own thoughts and reminding me why Shane and I came to Ireland in the first place.

“Wednesday,” Shane replies before taking a gulp of his coffee.

“So only four more days before we can go home?” Liam adds.

“Yep,” Shane nods his head.

“Home?” I interrupt them.

“Yes,” Conor frowns at me.

“But we can’t go back to New York while Paul is still here.”

“We’ve got more resources in New York,” Shane says as he places his mug on the table.

“Yeah. We’re kind of sitting ducks here,” Mikey says, earning him a withering glance from Conor and Shane. As though I didn’t already know that. It’s been three days since they rescued me from the Wolf and during that time they have been incredibly attentive and loving, doing their best to distract me from the fact that their uncle is out there somewhere waiting to pick me off.

“I agree, which is why I think we need to find him before he finds me.”

“We’re trying to find him, sweetheart, believe me, but it’s not that easy.”

“I know that. Unfortunately, he won’t be found unless he wants to be and I can’t sit around waiting for that to happen,” I say and the anxiety that is building in the pit of my stomach makes my voice go up at least a few octaves.

“None of us want that to happen, Angel,” Conor says as he places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

“So we only have one choice then,” I swallow hard because I know they are not going to like this suggestion.

Shane narrows his eyes at me. “And what’s that?”

“I reach out to him…”

“Fuck no!” Conor snarls.

“Not a fucking chance in hell,” Shane agrees while Mikey and Liam scowl and me and nod their agreement.

“It’s the only way.”

“It’s not happening, Red,” Mikey snaps and my heart sinks, because I thought at least he and Liam might hear me out.

“But there’s no other way to draw him out. If we don’t do this now then who knows when we might get the chance again? I can’t go through my life wondering when he’s going to come for me.”

“He will never lay another hand on you, Jessie!” Liam frowns at me.

I only wish I could believe that. “Please just hear me out?” I plead but I am met with four serious faces.

“Anything could happen to you, Jessie,” Conor snaps.

“You are not putting yourself at risk like that,” Shane adds and it is clear that the subject is no longer up for discussion. I lean back in my chair and glare at the four of them. I could continue arguing with them but I know there is no point. They have made it abundantly clear that they’re not interested in what I have to say, despite the fact this is my life we’re talking about. I blink back the tears. I know it’s coming from a place of love, but they don’t understand how it feels to live a life in constant fear.

“You think he’ll go to the funeral?” Liam asks.

“Not if he has an ounce of sense,” Shane snaps.

“I think we should all go,” Conor adds.

“All?” Mikey frowns at him.

“We’re here now,” Conor replies with a shrug. “We can’t let Shane and Jessie go on their own and I’m happy for the opportunity to spit on his grave.”

“You still want to go, Jessie?” Shane asks.