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Tropes:
Irish Mafia Romance
MFFF
Cult
Billionaire Romance

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Excerpt:
I focus back on the task at hand, guiding Wolf away from prying eyes and ears before he says something that will get him killed.
But Wolf notices my two Brides leaving too. His finger, unsteady yet determined, points directly at Selene, his words slurred but clear: "Get out while you can, love."
She nods, a silent acknowledgment of a warning perhaps long expected, and leaves without a word.
Wolf's attention, however, swiftly shifts. His gaze moves, heavy with alcohol, and he points upwards. "But you, you can stay." His words float up to Amira, who leans over the railing, curiosity etched into her features.
Anger crashes through me, and in a moment of decision, my hands release their grip on Wolf, a calculated risk. His body, unprepared for the sudden absence of support, sways and then crashes against the banister, the impact sharp and sudden. The combination of the blow and the alcohol coursing through his veins proves too much, and his lights go out, his body slumping to the ground in a heap of silence.
"Alcohol thins the blood, Diarmuid. A hit like that could kill him." Lorcan glances around to see if anyone saw, his disapproval of my actions evident in his tone.
I don’t give a fuck. He deserved it. - DIARMUID