before he cut the engine and got off after securing the kick stand.
Although the house was only a year old, 3,200 square feet with three bedrooms, three full bathrooms, and included a half bathroom near the living room, it would have been a perpetual pig-sty if he didn’t employ a maid, Griselda, who came in twice a week to clean.
Brianna did not do dishes, occasionally cooked when she felt like it but mostly, they lived on take out, and rarely paid the kids any attention.
He walked into the laundry room from the garage and loud music assaulted his senses immediately, despite it being a school day for the kids.
Mike Will Made It’s “23” played on the stereo while the sixty inch television was turned on though the sound was muted. His old lady danced by herself and still wore what she’d had on the day before. A short, spaghetti-strapped scarlet dress that ended at mid-thigh, black fishnet tights and a pair of black “fuck me” heels.
She’d had her hair done recently because instead of it being straight honey blonde, it was now her natural dark auburn with large honey-blonde chunks throughout. She looked like a skunk as far as he was concerned though she probably thought she appeared to be old lady, biker chic.
Brianna turned around and faced him but continued to twerk while her steel-gray eyes bore into his own eyes. He nodded, indicating the music, and she turned it down low enough for them to carry on a conversation.
“What the fook are you doin’ here? I thought you were sleepin’ at the Clubhouse.” Her Irish accent was more pronounced than his but then it would be; she’d grown up in Belfast her whole life.
Her mother was a hard-core heroin addict and her father was an alcoholic who’d dipped in and out of her life. It was her vulnerability that had first attracted her to him. She needed him to rescue her; Gisela’s parents had barred him from the hospital and had a bodyguard for their daughter. He couldn’t even see her or get a message to her.
When she’d gone back to the States, her cell phone number had been changed and every letter he sent to her was returned unopened.
Brianna was there and she was so beautiful then, only fourteen but so worldly because she had no one to depend on and she was streetwise.
It wasn’t love at first sight but lust definitely played a huge role.
“Yeah, I thought I’d come home in time to take the kids to school.” He attempted to walk past her before she grabbed his arm and turned him toward her.
She was still a beautiful woman at the age of twenty-seven but a life of booze, drugs and late nights was starting to catch up with her. She wore too much makeup though she was naturally beautiful. She had a tattoo half-sleeve on her right arm while she had a portrait of her little brother on her left forearm. Her alabaster skin looked gorgeous and bright thanks to all her beauty treatments and she was still a perfect size four but that didn’t make him love her any more than he did.
At one time, Cillian felt sorry for her but now, he only wanted her to get the fuck out his life.
“Mmm, that’s a new one. Since when have you ever worried about the kids gettin’ to school on time? ” She let go of him long enough to grab a Marlboro Silver and light it with a silver Zippo lighter. “I thought you had Club business today and you couldn’t be arsed.”
“Does it matter?” He breathed deeply and grabbed a Camel from his jacket before he took it off and grabbed her lighter. “Listen, drop the kids off at my parents after school.”
“Why? Because you don’t want me to be your old lady anymore and want that bitch you left to be with me for?”
Cillian’s crystal blue eyes paled as she raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “You stink of her, you know. She’s the only cunt I know around these parts who wears French perfume.”
“You don’t want me or you’d know
Although the house was only a year old, 3,200 square feet with three bedrooms, three full bathrooms, and included a half bathroom near the living room, it would have been a perpetual pig-sty if he didn’t employ a maid, Griselda, who came in twice a week to clean.
Brianna did not do dishes, occasionally cooked when she felt like it but mostly, they lived on take out, and rarely paid the kids any attention.
He walked into the laundry room from the garage and loud music assaulted his senses immediately, despite it being a school day for the kids.
Mike Will Made It’s “23” played on the stereo while the sixty inch television was turned on though the sound was muted. His old lady danced by herself and still wore what she’d had on the day before. A short, spaghetti-strapped scarlet dress that ended at mid-thigh, black fishnet tights and a pair of black “fuck me” heels.
She’d had her hair done recently because instead of it being straight honey blonde, it was now her natural dark auburn with large honey-blonde chunks throughout. She looked like a skunk as far as he was concerned though she probably thought she appeared to be old lady, biker chic.
Brianna turned around and faced him but continued to twerk while her steel-gray eyes bore into his own eyes. He nodded, indicating the music, and she turned it down low enough for them to carry on a conversation.
“What the fook are you doin’ here? I thought you were sleepin’ at the Clubhouse.” Her Irish accent was more pronounced than his but then it would be; she’d grown up in Belfast her whole life.
Her mother was a hard-core heroin addict and her father was an alcoholic who’d dipped in and out of her life. It was her vulnerability that had first attracted her to him. She needed him to rescue her; Gisela’s parents had barred him from the hospital and had a bodyguard for their daughter. He couldn’t even see her or get a message to her.
When she’d gone back to the States, her cell phone number had been changed and every letter he sent to her was returned unopened.
Brianna was there and she was so beautiful then, only fourteen but so worldly because she had no one to depend on and she was streetwise.
It wasn’t love at first sight but lust definitely played a huge role.
“Yeah, I thought I’d come home in time to take the kids to school.” He attempted to walk past her before she grabbed his arm and turned him toward her.
She was still a beautiful woman at the age of twenty-seven but a life of booze, drugs and late nights was starting to catch up with her. She wore too much makeup though she was naturally beautiful. She had a tattoo half-sleeve on her right arm while she had a portrait of her little brother on her left forearm. Her alabaster skin looked gorgeous and bright thanks to all her beauty treatments and she was still a perfect size four but that didn’t make him love her any more than he did.
At one time, Cillian felt sorry for her but now, he only wanted her to get the fuck out his life.
“Mmm, that’s a new one. Since when have you ever worried about the kids gettin’ to school on time? ” She let go of him long enough to grab a Marlboro Silver and light it with a silver Zippo lighter. “I thought you had Club business today and you couldn’t be arsed.”
“Does it matter?” He breathed deeply and grabbed a Camel from his jacket before he took it off and grabbed her lighter. “Listen, drop the kids off at my parents after school.”
“Why? Because you don’t want me to be your old lady anymore and want that bitch you left to be with me for?”
Cillian’s crystal blue eyes paled as she raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “You stink of her, you know. She’s the only cunt I know around these parts who wears French perfume.”
“You don’t want me or you’d know
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