Fionn by Marteeka Karland

clutching his shoulders.
    “You do now. And we protect our own.”
    With that, Fionn began to move inside her. LeeAnn loved the way he loved her. He always seemed to know when she needed tender, when she needed intense, and when she just needed him to take her. To have started out as his prisoner, things certainly had turned around. Sincerity rang in his words. They weren’t like Bart’s had been. She might have never admitted it to a soul, but she’d never trusted him. Not really. Fionn, on the other hand, she had trusted from the beginning. Sure, they’d had…issues. But she never stopped believing in him. And he’d never truly stopped needing her.
    It was a deep-seated need on his part. LeeAnn could see it when he looked into her eyes as they made love. There was a child-like wonder there, as if he’d never truly loved a woman before he met her. Which she kind of liked.
    Then the pleasure was too much for her to continue her musings. Fionn wrapped his strong arms around her and rode her hard. His cock pounded into her with a swift intensity, an urgency she knew she’d always love.
    LeeAnn’s orgasm overtook her in a sudden wave. Pleasure ripped through her and she knew her body was milking him.
    “Fuck!” He bellowed. “ Fuck! ”
    LeeAnn cried out with her own orgasm, gripping him as tightly as she could, not letting him roll off her. She loved to feel his weight on top of her. It was oddly comforting. Like she truly belonged there.
    Finally, she let him roll them. She lay sprawled over his chest, his cock still inside her. She’d almost fallen asleep when Fionn admitted quietly, “I have to leave you for a day or two. I don’t want to, but we’ve got to run Paddy O’Shea to ground and kill the bastard. None of us will be safe if we don’t. Besides, he’s fucking with our business.”
    “What if I don’t want you go to go? I just got you patched up.”
    He smiled against her hair. “I promise I’ll be careful.”
    With a sigh she gave in, knowing it was wise to pick her battles and this wasn’t one she had a chance of winning. “Fine. But if you come back with so much as a scratch on you, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
    He chuckled softly. “Noted.” He hesitated before adding, “You know I love you. Right?”
    “Not as much as I love you,” she said without hesitation.
    Deep down, she knew he would be careful. Didn’t mean she wouldn’t worry about him, but she accepted he had to do this.

Epilogue
     
     
    Paddy watched as the brothers lined up in one single row—Conall, Fionn, Kieran, and Shannon. It had taken a few months but once they located the old man it was a simple case of hunting him down. In the end the bastard never left South Boston. All the wrongs perpetrated against them came down to that moment.
    Paddy gazed up at them, defiance and hate clear in his bright green eyes. Gone were his crew—there was no one left to protect him. The layers he’d built over the years as a shield disintegrated. Dead men were the only testament left to their da’s crumbling empire. A warning that the O’Shea brothers now controlled the area.
    It was time for a new era.
    The once large man was a mere shell of himself. Slowly, each brother raised his arm. Their guns varied from a thirty-eight to a 9-millimeter to a couple three-eighties. Paddy met the gaze of each man, his sons.
    The brothers lined up—Conall, Fionn, Kieran, Shannon. It had taken a few months, but once they located the old man it was a simple case of hunting him down. In the end, the bastard never left South Boston. All the wrongs perpetrated against them came down to that moment.
    Paddy gazed up at them, defiance and hate clear in his bright green eyes. Gone was his crew—there was no one left to protect him. The layers he’d built over the years as a shield disintegrated. Dead men were the only testament left to their da’s crumbling empire. A warning that the O’Shea brothers now controlled the area. It