Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Heiress & Her Scottish Mafia Twins: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Callum POVRain slicked the streets, every puddle reflecting the dull orange glow of the dockyard lamps. We’d clocked Kerr’s lieutenant the moment we saw him. He was a stocky bastard in a leather coat, walking like he owned the pier. Seamus Boyd. Always thought he was untouchable.Keiran and I kept to the shadows, letting the screech of gulls and the groan of the tide cover our steps. He led us straight toward an old corrugated warehouse with half the letters rusted off its sign. A lone bulb swung over the side door. When he slipped inside, I caught Keiran’s eye. No words, we’d done this too many times to need them.We slid in behind him, our boots silent on the damp concrete. Inside smelled of oil and brine, the cavernous dark broken only by the glow of a cigarette ahead. Boyd was rifling through a crate, muttering under his breath.I stepped out of the shadows. “Yer a hard man tae find, Seamus.” He spun, his hand going for his waistband, but I was already there. My fist met his jaw,

Eilidh POV“Lass?” Callum’s voice was low and careful. I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to, the door opened anyway. Callum stepped in first, Keiran just behind him, both of them moving like they were approaching a wounded animal. When their eyes found mine, their faces softened in a way I’d never seen before.They crossed the room without a word, and then, to my shock, they both dropped to their knees in front of me.“Eilidh,” Callum said, his voice breaking, “we’re so sorry, lass. We’ve dragged ye into somethin’ dark, an’....”“We should’ve seen it comin’,” Keiran added, his jaw tight, “kept ye out o’ reach. This… this is on us.”Something in me shattered at that, and I slid off the bed to my knees with them. I grabbed their faces in my hands, forcing them to look at me.“Nae,” I said fiercely, my voice shaking, “dinnae ye dare say that. This isnae on you. This is Cole’s fault. This is Donovan’s fault. Naebody else’s. They’re the bastards who brought this fight, no’ you.”Callum’s forehe

Eilidh POV My climax tore through me like lightning, a loud, broken cry muffled by Keiran’s mouth crashing back to mine. I was shaking and gasping, but Callum didn’t stop. He slowed just enough to draw it out until I was limp in his hold. Then, true to his word, Keiran pulled me against him, rolling us until I was straddling his hips. His hands guided me down onto his cock in one slow, decadent push that had me shuddering. “Sweet girl… just ride me, aye? Nice an’ steady.” His tone was all silk, but the filth in his eyes said he was just as close to snapping as his brother. Callum moved behind me again, this time his hands on my waist, helping me rise and fall in a rhythm that made my toes curl. “That’s it, lass… take him deep, show him how perfect ye are.” Keiran’s hands slid up my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until I was squirming. “Ye’re so beautiful like this, mo chridhe… all flushed and hungry for us.” I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped, my na

Eilidh POVCat was already plotting which coffee shop to drag us into when my heel snagged the edge of a cracked bit of pavement. I went to steady myself, and a hand clamped over my mouth from behind.I barely had time to think before I was yanked backwards into a narrow alley between two buildings, the stink of stale beer and garbage smacking my senses. My back hit a wall hard enough to knock the breath from me.“Shut it,” a voice hissed in my ear, the hand over my mouth pressing tighter. My wrists were wrenched together in one meaty grip as the bastard tried to haul me deeper into the shadows.Oh hell no.I drove my heel down into his foot, grinding hard until he yelped. He lost his grip for half a second, just enough for me to twist and slam my elbow into his ribs.I ripped his hand off my mouth and screamed, voice sharp enough to slice the air. “DECLAN!”The shout echoed down the street, and I heard it, the pounding boots of three men who were about to make this bastard regret his

Eilidh POVTwo tables over, Cole Harrington and Donovan Kerr stood in a ripple of expensive wool and smugness. They murmured something to the server, and walked out of Unalome without so much as glancing back. I didn’t follow them with my eyes. Didn’t blink in their direction. I lifted my glass and felt the neat, clean burn of whisky roll over my tongue like fire choosing to behave.“We’re ignorin’ them,” I said, my voice soft but absolute.Callum’s hand tightened on my knee under the table, a single steady press. “Aye.” Keiran’s mouth curved, but his gaze stayed on me, not the door. “Good lass.”The exhale around our table was almost comical. Declan’s shoulders dropped a fraction, Rory’s jaw unclenched, Niall stopped trying to saw the stem off his wineglass with his stare. Cat slouched back in her chair and fanned herself with the menu.“Thank God,” she said. “I did not come here to watch your past fling his insecurity all over the tartare.”I snorted into my whisky and set the glass