“Is that each one?”

He leans into my ear, murmuring, “When ya have it on, go lie on the mattress and unfold your legs.”

Tingles race down my backbone. I query, “Then what?”

He chuckles. “Then I’ll begin licking your pussy, and I dare ya to not come.”

EPILOGUE

Tynan

Seven Years later

“Daddy!” my six-year-old daughter, Fallon, shrieks, flying throughout the room and leaping into my arms.

I slide my palm on her cheek and ask, “What’s mistaken, sweetie pie?”

Tears bubble in her inexperienced eyes and fall over my hand. Her lip trembles, and she or he claims, “Dominick retains saying my identify is not Irish and it is for a boy!”

I maintain her nearer and swipe at her tears, asserting, “He is confused once more. Fallon is of Irish origin. Do ya keep in mind what it means in Irish?”

She sniffles, then glances over her shoulder towards the nook of the room at Dominick. He is within the middle of the O’Connor, Marino, O’Malley, and Ivanov youngsters, which is not uncommon. He is fairly the ring chief when given the possibility.

I remind my daughter, “Fallon means ‘in cost’ and ‘chief’ in Irish. And your mum and I knew it was an ideal identify for ya.”

“He is so imply,” she whines.

“Dominick!” Devin booms and steps subsequent to me.

The circle of youngsters widens, and Dominick steps out of it. He feigns innocence and asks, “What’s up, Dad?”

“Appears you are spreading lies once more,” Devin accuses, then takes Fallon out of my arms. He states, “Let’s make certain everybody is aware of the reality, okay?”

She sniffles and lifts her chin, reminding me of Maeve. She nods, “Okay, Uncle Devin.”

He leans nearer to her and lowers his voice. “Ya wish to have a say in his punishment?”

Fallon’s eyes mild up. She squares her shoulders. Her face turns critical, and she or he states, “He can depart the get together.”

“No, that is not a good punishment,” Maeve interjects behind me.

I flip, then tug her into me. She provides me her not once more look, and I cease myself from chuckling. Most days, we aren’t capable of separate Dominick and Fallon. However each time his cousins from Eire go to, he claims Fallon is not Irish sufficient.

“Looks like a good one to me,” Devin says.

“No. Not in your da’s wedding ceremony day,” Maeve insists.

“It is truthful,” Fallon asserts.

Devin’s face hardens. “I am with Fallon.”

Maeve nudges me.

I interject, “Do ya wish to break your granddad’s get together?”

Guilt fills Fallon’s expression. She glances at my dad and his bride, Caterina. She’s Angelo’s cousin who lived in Italy. For many years, my father had a secret crush on her. Her husband died a number of years again, and so they linked throughout one in all his visits with Angelo. Since then, my father’s been obsessive about making her his spouse. And he is given Devin and me an increasing number of authority to run New York.

“Nicely?” I ask.

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