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7. Chef Callaghan
RONANI’ve been sitting outside of the bathroom door for so long I’ve lost track of the time. Before I came in to rescue her yet again, I called Rhyon and asked if he would come over and cook for her. Since we all live in the same penthouse he does all of the cooking anyway. Says he doesn’t trust anyone else, when in truth, he's just like every other stuck up, hot shot chef.But unlike most chefs in the industry, he has a natural gift when it comes to cooking. He’s the only one of the four of us brothers that can cook. Rogan and I can get by okay but Rannon can’t boil water to save his life. I should have thought sitting on the hardwood floor through a little bit better before I actually did it. Honestly I didn’t think that I would be sitting here for this long. I figured she would be done by now.“Everything okay in there, love?” I had to stop myself from turning and looking in the door. I heard her sigh and drop what I was assuming was her hand back into the water.“I’m not your lo
8. It Smells Like Death!
RONAN"Oh. My. God. What is that smell?"It took me a solid forty-five minutes to convince Everleigh to lay down on her bed so I could give her a body massage and rub this pain relief shit on her."Just relax, it smells like death, but I promise when you wake up in the morning you won't even know you got tossed around like a rag doll."She groaned and grumbled about the smell for a few more minutes before she finally relaxed. It's a good thing I opened the windows and balcony door, this shit could peel the paint off of walls if a room wasn't well ventilated.She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of well worn boxer briefs. At least that's what they looked like to me. I may be well versed in female anatomy but female fashion is a whole nother ball game.I start at her shoulders, gently massaging the mixture into her skin. She keeps her face buried in a pillow to try to hide the foul odor. If I could, I would do the same. Lucky for me though, I’ve used this stuff enough that
9. Good Morning
EVERLEIGHThe warmth of the sunshine on my face woke me from the best night's sleep I've had in years. Hell, the best sleep of my entire life to date!I slowly opened my eyes, hoping the bright light wouldn't give me an instant migraine. When I was confident that the light wouldn’t gouge my eyes out, I attempted a stretch. I fully expected to feel some discomfort at the very least, but there was none. At all… Even my hip was pain free. Whatever was in that vile smelling concoction worked some kind of magic.I rolled to the side, slightly disappointed that there wasn't a gorgeous God with chocolate brown hair and beautiful blue eyes to greet me this morning.I give my body one final stretch before I throw the covers back and attempt to get out of bed.I could smell breakfast cooking downstairs and the low murmur of voices. Gran must be entertaining Ronan. That gives me the opportunity to shower off the faint odor of that nasty shit he rubbed on my body last night. Thoughts of last n
10. Breakfast With The Boys
EVERLEIGHI let Ronan lead me back down the stairs and into my kitchen. There were even more men at my dining table than before. There were unfamiliar men everywhere actually. There were two on the kitchen loveseat, three at the kitchen island and four at my dining table. Adding them up there were ten, including Ronan, extremely good looking men crammed in the open kitchen/dining/living space of my apartment.I could feel the walls start to close in and the panic attack I could feel coming, was taking root in my chest. It didn’t help that when they noticed that I was in the room all of their eyes were fixed on me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Samson slinking his way into the room from the balcony. He must be sensing my uneasiness and is assessing the situation. His ears are pinned back and I’m afraid that sudden movement from any one of these men will send him into attack mode.As calmly as I can, I move into his direct line of sight. As long as he can see me he won’t fee
11. Breakfast With The Boys Pt. 2
RONANI'm not sure at what point the morning veered off course but an hour later we finally got to sit down to breakfast. Breakfast with my group of lads is an event any day, but breakfast with the lads and a pretty lady is a full blown spectacle.Embarrassing stories… Check!Heavily embellished stories… Double check!Shameless flirting… Triple check!The flirting isn't just from my guys either. Whatever they're dishing out, she's taking it and giving it right back at them. She's got a rapier wit and a silver tongue.I know I'm sitting here grinning like a lovestruck fool in front of all of my guys, not ashamed in the slightest that they might see. Once upon a time I would never let any of them see me like this. But that was then and this is now.Now we aren't fighting deadly wars on all fronts.Now the dark parts of the city are at peace with one another. Now we can all finally sit back and enjoy the empire my grandfather built from nothing.And enjoying it is what I plan to do.Ev
12. The Gift
EVERLEIGH“And you Ms. Logan, are most certainly mine.”It's been a few hours since Ronan left me at the gate to our private entrance, but his words at the park that was dedicated to his grandmother still have my body covered in goosebumps. What does it mean?He’s crazy?Is he laying a claim to me like some kind of caveman?I think so.Do I want him to?Uhh… Yeah! He’s gorgeous!I’m no closer to answers or decisions than I was when he said it. He’s definitely a man that gets what he wants and apparently he has chosen to set his sights on me. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to take that kind of chance or not.I mean he all but confessed to me that he wasn’t the guy I thought he was. But this morning at breakfast I could see the darkness in his eyes when he was challenged by his inner circle. I’ve been laying in my bed for the last few hours guessing, second guessing and making a mess out of the few words spoken. I couldn’t help but think back on the way his hand felt in mine. When he
13. The Party From Hell
EVERLEIGH When I first entered the event hall I couldn't believe my eyes. Gone were the drab, boring egg shell walls. In its place were cream colored walls with white wainscoting and gold trim around the top, middle and bottom of the newly transformed walls. The crystal chandeliers sparkle like diamonds with chiffon swags draped elegantly through the arms holding the lights. The same blush pink chiffon adorned the backs of chairs in big, over exaggerated bows.There was a stage setup at what I could only assume is supposed to represent the front of the room. Large bouquet arrangements of Magnolia flowers, Roses, Peonies Cymbidium and Phalaenopsis Orchids stood out as centerpieces on each table. The same arrangement style was used as large draping swags along the front of the table on the stage. The sense of pride that I am feeling is almost euphoric. We generally don't get to see the finished results of how our arrangements are used. And I can't help the feelings of accomplishment
14. The Party From Hell - Ronan
RONANI've been pacing my office for the last half hour waiting for this party to start. I'm nervous as fuck and I don't know why. No, I do know why. Everleigh is why.Inviting her to this shit show was a spur of the moment decision. She isn't ready for this life. Who am I kidding though. She may never be ready for this life. She's too good. Too pure hearted to be involved with someone like me. I'm also on edge about this damn party. The city's elite are invited and that always brings unwelcome guests as well. No doubt the Silvestro's will crash this party just like they have done everyone we have thrown since his damn daughter turned Eighteen.Antonio Silvestro is single handedly responsible for all of the bad in this town. I know the drugs and illegal weapons we deal in are part of the bad but we have strict rules that we deal in. He's also responsible for the trafficking of women. The same traffickers that kidnapped Everleigh three years ago.A light knock at my office door brin