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Loud voices from the front of the restaurant drew my attention. Five men strolled between the tables, heading in our direction. Each of them radiated malice and danger.
Grayson stood, greeting each man in turn. It started with a firm handshake before they pulled together for a brief hug that involved a lot of thumping on the back.
I remained in my seat until all eyes turned to me. I met each of their stares boldly. Clearly, introductions were not going to be made yet.
A waiter appeared as the men sat down. “Can I get you all some drinks?”
“A bottle of the Macallan Rare Cask. Eight glasses,” Grayson said.
“And for the lady?” the man looked at me.
“She’ll have a glass of Cristal.”
“We only sell it by the bottle, sir,” the waiter said, almost apologetically.
Irritation flashing onto his face, Grayson replied, “A bottle then.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Finnan walk in with another man behind him. The rest of the men greeted their leader in the same way they had each other. When it was all over, he walked to me and held out his hand.
With gritted teeth, I forced a smile and took it. Leaning down, he kissed the back of my hand. His kiss may have been chaste, but the lingering look he gave my breasts was not.
“Sloane, you look good enough to eat.” His gaze flickered to Grayson as he straightened before he addressed the whole table. “I apologize for my lateness, but I just had a very interesting phone call with Sean Doyle. He upped his offer to a million Euros.”
The men began slapping Grayson on the back in congratulations.
“How did you do it?” Finnan asked.
“Leverage,” was all he said in reply.
Obviously happy with that answer, he clapped him on the shoulder, then walked around to the head of the table and took a seat. All the other men followed, leaving the single clan member who had come in with Finnan standing.
“Trigger, stay in the car. I think we’re safe enough here.”
The man—Trigger—bobbed his head and disappeared.
The waiter returned with the drinks Grayson had ordered and set them on the table. He poured me a glass of champagne, then placed the golden bottle into a bucket of ice beside the table before pouring the whisky and distributing the glasses around the table.
When everyone had a drink, Finnan stood and held his glass aloft. “To the Mac Tíre Clan.”
The men echoed him, and I took a gulp of my champagne. I thought that was the end of it until Finnan said, “Sloane, would you please stand?”
Placing down my glass, I did as he bid and got to my feet.
“Gentlemen, some of you have heard that I was recently engaged. Let me introduce you to the woman who will ensure the Mac Tíre Clan dominates Ireland for many more years to come. Sloane Kavanaugh, daughter of the American-Irish Mafia Boss, Aidan Kavanaugh.”
I felt like a fucking contestant in a beauty pageant. The men dipped their chins in greeting as they were introduced to me.
“Orin Lynch, our clan’s Reaper. Caolan Daley, Quartermaster. Shay O’Leary and his twin brother Quillen, Bonebreaker and General. The man next to you is Keir, our Chief and my second-in-command.”
“Hello,” I said.
“And Grayson, you already know,” Finnan added, gesturing to the man on my left. Grayson’s piercing blue eyes were on me as he rubbed his index and middle fingers over his mouth. I flushed at the reminder and cleared my throat. I wasn’t sure how to play this. I’d been sold and abducted, so it wasn’t like I had any choice in the matter when it came to being here.
I could either make my life easier or harder.
I chose easier.
Smiling, I addressed everyone at the table. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”
