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Taking Risk Series

Page 9

by Aleo, Toni


  “No?”

  “No, Casey. It was unfair of me to make a commitment to you. While I am attracted to you and I like you as a person, I’ve been sort of seeing someone else.”

  “Sort of seeing?”

  “Yeah, I didn’t know if he felt the same, but today he informed me he did, and because I care for him, I don’t think it would be fair to try to start something with you when I have no desire to.”

  He scoffs. “That’s a load of bullshite, and you know it. Fiona told you about us, and then probably told you about Lena. It isn’t true, you know. I didn’t touch her.”

  “I understand that, but you did sleep with my cousin, and that’s just weird for me.”

  “It was centuries ago!” he complains. “I don’t even fancy her at all. I want you.”

  “I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry.”

  “Why are you lying?” he asked incredulously, and my heart picks up in speed.

  His shoulders are taut, his eyes are blazing with anger, and I hate to say it, but I’m a little scared. I shouldn’t have come out here with him. Looking toward the door, I beg Fiona to come out. Glancing back at Casey, I say, “I’m not. I’m sorry that I have upset you and I wish you the best, but nothing can happen between us.”

  “I know you want me.”

  I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I don’t. I think I was trying to distract myself with you to keep myself from feeling something for the other person. I feel like shit about it, but nothing will ever happen between us.”

  “I feel something between us. I know you want it.”

  “No, I actually don’t—”

  Before I can finish my sentence, my face is in his hands and his lips are moving against mine. My protest is lost against his lips. I try to push him away, but he is passionately, with tongue, kissing me. His grip on my face is ironclad. My heart is pounding so hard that it hurts. My eyes sting with tears as I slam my fist against his chest, but he isn’t letting up. His hands tighten on my face, his nails digging into my skin, and I cry out. He takes advantage of that, pushing his tongue farther into my mouth. I want to vomit from the stale taste of cigarettes, but instead, I do the only logical thing.

  I knee him in the groin.

  Grunting, Casey rips his mouth from mine, pushing me away. I lose my balance, landing on my ass with a yelp, but I quickly move away from him as he yells, “You fuckin’ bitch!”

  My heart is in my throat, my eyes blurry with tears, and my face is throbbing with pain.

  “Is everything okay?”

  I jump as I look to the left to find a figure walking toward us as Casey yells, “Fuck off.”

  But the person keeps coming toward us until he is in the light. When I see that it is Kane, I thank the heavens above.

  “Amberlyn, are you okay?”

  “Yeah, fine,” I say as I get up slowly.

  “Mind your own, Kane,” Casey warns, but Kane ignores him, looking me over.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m fine,” I reassure him, but he must have seen the marks on my face because he whips around to set Casey with a look. Casey’s hands come up, but before he can even say anything, Kane’s fist connects with his face. I screech in surprise as he falls to the ground, holding his face.

  “Get the fuck out of here, Casey, and don’t come back. Don’t you ever look at her again. Don’t you even mutter her fuckin’ name. I will hurt you if you do, you fuckin’ wanker.”

  Casey shuffles to his feet before giving me a look. I think he is going to say something or hit Kane, but honestly, he’d be stupid to. Kane takes a step toward him, making Casey back away, and says, “Fuck off.”

  And then, Casey is gone.

  Turning to me, Kane cups my face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  Fiona is so lucky. Kane is amazing, and I will always be indebted to him for being there for me. I nod as I say, “I am. I promise.”

  “He didn’t touch you anywhere else, did he?”

  I shake my head. “No, he kissed me, I kneed him in the balls, and then you showed up.”

  Kane laughs. “Attagirl!”

  I smile as I cup my burning hot cheeks. “I’m glad you came when you did.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  When my lip starts to wobble, Kane takes a step toward me, his hands on my arms as he looks at me with his coffee-brown eyes. “What is it?”

  “I can’t believe this happened. Why was I so stupid?”

  His eyes soften as he wraps his arms around me. “No, you weren’t stupid at all. Don’t worry about it. Tomorrow is a new day, and Casey won’t ever touch you again. If he does, I’ll kill him.”

  I smile, but then I shake my head slowly. “Why did I come out here with him alone?”

  Kane wraps his arms around me gently, pressing his lips tenderly to my temple. “Shhh, it’s okay. It’s over.”

  Yeah, it is over, but I just can’t believe I was so stupid. I should have never agreed to go anywhere with him. I should have told him inside, but instead, I took a chance. Now my face hurts, and I feel violated. On top of all that, I can’t help but think about Declan. How he would never do this to me. How I’m positive he’d treat me like I was his princess, unlike how Casey treated me. How did I let this happen? Looking up at Kane through tear-filled eyes, I say, “It’s not only that. I fucked things up with Declan, too.”

  A smile pulls at his lips as he shakes his head. “I’m sure you can fix that. He’s mad about you, Amberlyn.”

  Hopeful, I ask, “You think?”

  “I know, so don’t worry about that. Let’s go in, get your face cleaned up, and then you can restart tomorrow. The sun will shine tomorrow, and so should you.”

  I jerk to a pause and look up at him quickly, completely shocked at the words he just muttered. My chest is heaving, my heart banging against my chest, and I almost don’t believe what I just heard.

  “My mom always said that.”

  His mouth curves into a warm grin as he says, “So does mine. Great moms think alike.”

  He wraps his arm around my shoulder, and as we walk toward the front entrance, my whole body is tingling. I am still reeling over the words he muttered. My mother’s words. I know some don’t believe in spirits and ghosts, but I do, and I can’t help but think that my mom whispered in Kane’s ear. In return, relief washes over me, and I know that tomorrow will be better.

  Because she is looking out for me.

  Chapter 10

  Declan

  I’m not sure why I’m here, but I am.

  It’s become a habit for me. I work through my scheduled lunch, make sure that all my workers are working, do whatever stupid paperwork is sent my way, and then I get in my car to head to the Céad Míle Fáilte. I’ve become a creature of habit, or maybe I’m just a glutton for punishment. I’m not sure, but before I know it, I’m walking up the cobblestones to the door and pushing it open.

  And there she is.

  She looks as hot as ever in a pair of worn jeans that hug every single inch of her and a green tank that I know would show off a nice view of her breasts if she were to turn to look at me. Her hair is down, reaching all the way to the middle of her back, and as she reaches up to put a bottle on the shelf, I get a glimpse of skin from where her shirt rises.

  For fuck’s sake, this was a bad idea.

  Of course, my heart kicks into speed, my dick gets harder than a slab of marble, and I feel breathless. When she turns, a smile is on her face to greet me, but then surprise floods her face as her eyes meet mine. Slowly, the smile falls and she quickly gets off the ladder she is on to come toward the bar as I do the same.

  “Hey.”

  I sit on the stool and say, “Howya,” before reaching for the menu that sits before me. The tension is thick. I can feel her within reach and I want to touch her, but I know I can’t. Through my lashes, I watch as she tucks her hands into her pockets before rocking back on her heels.

  “Didn’t think you’d be in today.”
/>   I glance up, and when I do, I wish I hadn’t. Her face is flushed, her eyes shining, and Christ, her breasts are practically falling out of her shirt. She’s stunning. It hurts but even more so when my eye is caught by the vase of daisies that sits behind her. I assume they are from that fucking gobshite and quickly look away as I say, “I have to eat.”

  I know that comes out a little harsher than I intended it to, so I look up, meeting her sad gaze, and add, “And it doesn’t hurt that I like spending time with you.”

  A smile pulls at her lips, making me notice there are marks on her cheeks. Cuts, maybe. “What happened to your face?”

  She looks away as she reaches for her pad of paper. Without looking at me, which isn’t like her, she says, “Oh, nothing. I’m glad you came in. We have cottage pie today—your favorite. Would you like some? With a beer, maybe?”

  “Sure, that’s fine,” I answer. She works quickly to fill my order, never meeting my gaze or even talking to me. I glance back at the daisies and roll my eyes at the mere sight of them. I want to ask how her date went, hoping she’d say they didn’t go because a car hit Casey on the way to get her, but I don’t want to know the answer if it isn’t that one. Instead, I say, “Nice flowers.”

  She looks back at them and nods. “Yeah.”

  Yeah? That’s all I’m going to get from her? I’m not sure what is going on, but I don’t like it one bit. “Amberlyn.”

  “Yeah?” she says as she wipes the bar, still not looking at me.

  “Can ya look at me real fast?”

  Her hand stops on the bar before looking up at me. “What’s up?”

  I hold her gaze, and I know something is wrong. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” she says before going back to wiping the bar.

  “Are you sure? You’re actin’ weird.”

  She nods her head. “Yeah, just trying to get some work done. Sorry, I’m tired.”

  Yeah, from having a blast with that sheep-shaggin’ fucker. My blood starts to boil as I stab at my pie, throwing it in my mouth, not really tasting it as I eat. Nothing is said as I finish and she meticulously cleans the bar, making sure not to miss a single germ. It’s annoying, and I want to scream out from the mere stupidity of it all. So she is dating someone else when I had my heart set on dating her… Does it mean we can’t be fucking friends? Laying my fork down, I sit up straight and set her with a look, intending to say just that, but before I can, Fiona flutters in.

  “Howya, Declan!”

  I nod before picking my fork back up. “Howya.”

  I look down to start eating, but before I can get a bit of pie to my mouth, Fiona exclaims, “Ugh! Amberlyn, why haven’t you thrown these away yet?”

  I glance up just in time to see Amberlyn shaking her head. What the hell is that about? Fiona glances at me and then slowly looks back at Amberlyn, her eyes wide.

  “Okay,” she draws out as she bends down, I guess to pick up something, but then I notice that Amberlyn bends down at the same time. This is just a fucking gas! Standing up, I look over the bar to find them whispering like little schoolgirls.

  “Secrets don’t make friends, ladies.”

  They both look up at me, surprised, before scrambling to their feet. Amberlyn looks over at me as Fiona rambles, “She was helping me tie my shoes.”

  I glance down to see her bright pink toes. “You’re wearing flip-flops.”

  Amberlyn bites down on her lip as Fiona lets out a loud laugh. “Aye, you got us. You just look so hot today, Declan. You have us blushing!”

  While it would do nothing but please me immensely to think Amberlyn thinks that, I know Fiona is lying. “Come off it, Fiona. I don’t care. I can leave so ye can have your private talk.”

  “No, finish your lunch. I’m gonna go lie down. I’m supertired.”

  “Okay, I got this,” Fiona says as she refills my pint. I watch as Amberlyn throws the rag in the sink before turning to look back at me. “Will you be in tomorrow?”

  “Sure.”

  She gives me a small smile before saying, “Okay, see you tomorrow.”

  “Have a nice nap.”

  Her smile grows as her cheeks dust with color. “Thanks.”

  I grin as she turns around, watching as she walks away, but then she stops, grabbing the vase and tossing it in the can. She doesn’t look back, leaving me to try to figure out why she did that.

  “What’s the matter with her?”

  Fiona shrugs as she moves to the fridge before she starts to restock it with the beer Amberlyn carried in. “Tired, I guess. We worked late last night.”

  Huh? “I thought she went out with Casey.”

  Fiona pauses, only for a second, but I caught it. I know she is lying when she says, “Yeah.”

  I wait for her to say more, but it is obvious she isn’t going to. “So she worked and went out?”

  She nods without looking at me. “Sure.”

  “Are you lyin’ to me?”

  She looks up guiltily. “Yup, are ya done with this?”

  She reaches for my plate, disappearing to the back before I can say anything. I don’t know what her game is, but I don’t like it. Doesn’t she realize that I care for Amberlyn? That I would love to be able to take her out, get to know her outside of this fuckin’ pub? When she comes back out, I’m still waiting, and I think she thought I wouldn’t be.

  “Yeah, I’m still here.”

  She smiles, shaking her head. “I don’t know what you want, Declan. I can’t say anything.”

  “Why?”

  She shrugs, not looking at me again. She reminds me a lot of Amberlyn. They act more like sisters than cousins. They favor each other. “I have no clue.”

  I eye her. “Are you lying again?”

  She nods with a grin playing on her lush lips. “Sure am.”

  Deciding that she is hopeless, I lay some money on the bar and then turn to leave.

  “Did you give up on her?”

  I pause, looking over my shoulder at her. “What do you mean?”

  “On Amberlyn, did you give up because of Casey?”

  “It’s only been a day, Fiona. I just hope it doesn’t work out.”

  “And then you’ll ask her out?”

  I nod, my face warming with color. “That’s my plan.”

  She shoots me a wide grin, one that lights up her whole face, as she leans on the bar. “It’s a good plan.”

  My mouth pulls up at the side, and I look down at the floor. Somehow, I feel as if she is telling me that things with Casey aren’t going to last, and that alone has me practically skipping out the door to my car.

  * * *

  Back at the distillery, I’m catching up on work when my mother flutters in. I am surprised to see her but even more so when my sister comes in behind her. Lena is almost as tall as I am, skin and bones, with long, blond hair and ice-blue eyes. She has sharp angles to her face, but lush, pink lips that men gawk at. She looks like an ice princess, and I used to call her that, until Casey happened. I’ve always felt like what happened was my fault. I was the one who brought Casey around; I was the one who gave him her number when he asked for it. I thought it was innocent. He said he needed help with school. Casey was really bad off in history. He had failed before and had to repeat it, putting him in her class. Lena was a straight A student. I soon learned it was all a lie. He was looking to get in with my sister, to be set for life.

  He comes from a poor family. His da ran out on them when he was born, and his ma has always been very sick, rendering him to care for her and work two jobs through school. However, he never let that interfere with his life. He always wore a bright smile; he was happy and carefree. He was a great pal, fun to play with out on the pitch, but that all came to a crashing halt when he came in, hands locked with Lena’s, saying he wanted to marry her. She was so young, so innocent, and over the moon in love with the fucker. To this day, I still get so angry that my heart feels as if it will come out of my chest. I sometimes feel that he�
��s another reason why I withdrew myself from everyone. How can someone claim to be your friend, but pursue your baby sister behind your back, and then rape her? It’s horrifying, and I still can’t believe it happened to her. She is such a beautiful person, inside and out, and despite what happened, she still smiles.

  She reminds me a lot of Amberlyn.

  Leaning back in my chair, I ask, “Ma, Lena, what brings ye by?”

  It isn’t like the distillery is on the way to the kitchen. It’s a good five-minute drive, and they never make their way here. Ma smiles as she comes toward my desk. Something tells me I am not going to like what she is about to say. “We came up to tell you that we are having a White Ball!”

  Yup, I don’t fuckin’ like it. Groaning, I say, “For fuck’s sake, why?”

  “Declan! Language!” she scolds as Lena giggles.

  I roll my eyes. “I’m sorry, Ma, but why? Why do you have to do this?”

  “Because we want to! It is set for a month from now on the nineteenth. Lena is going to help you find a date.”

  She claps her hands happily. I make a face as Lena snickers, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “The hell she will. I don’t need help finding someone to come with me, Ma!”

  She waves me off, smiling. “Well, in case you do, she said she’d help.”

  Lena smiles. “Yeah, Dec, I’m sure one of my friends would love the chance to date the Whiskey Prince.”

  Like a child, I stick my tongue out at her and she does it right back, grinning ear-to-ear. Glaring at her, I say, “Not a hope! I’m well capable of doing that myself!”

  “Okay, well, good. Tell Kane the same, and please make sure you bring someone. Your da is very adamant on seeing you with someone since you’ve been going out so much.”

  “Yeah, I guess there is something better than the food at the Céad Míle Fáilte, huh, Dec?” Lena teases and I want to tell her to fuck off, but I don’t want to get in trouble with Ma. So with a smile, I say, “Maybe so.”

  She laughs as she heads for the door. My ma gives me a tight smile before saying, “Please make sure you bring someone.”

  “Ma! I will, sheesh, off with you. I have work to do, and I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

 

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