“And also you didn’t discover it needed to inform me?”

I returned her gaze, saying nothing. I actually didn’t suppose she was the one they had been after, so this purse-snatching was slightly stunning.

She scrutinized me. “In order that’s the form of energy you will have right here? You simply inform them the mannequin of the motorbike, and they’ll discover him for you?”

I stared again and shrugged my shoulder nonchalantly. “My household has completed enterprise right here for a very long time,” I replied.

Accomplished enterprise, owned the island…potatoes, potatoes. I by no means thought a lot concerning the actuality of my household’s affect and the burden it carried right here—a household I wasn’t part of anymore.

Not a Falcone.

Fiona nodded. “Sounds about proper.” She turned again and stared after the long-gone motorbike. “Your cockiness screams entitled asshole,” she muttered underneath her breath—clearly not supposed for me to listen to.

I raised a single eyebrow. I used to be cocky alright, and it had nothing to do with my entitled upbringing.

I stalked towards her. “Wanna know the place my cockiness actually comes from?”

She checked out me over her shoulder, and I took a step ahead till my lips nearly touched her earlobe. “The trace is within the phrase.”

I smirked when she rolled her eyes however couldn’t suppress a smile.

“You’re so stuffed with your self, it’s not even humorous.”

“Come on,” I stated, making an attempt to lighten the temper as I took her hand and dragged her in the direction of the boutique. “Let’s get you some new garments, after which we are able to seize that ice cream you wished.”

After which I’d be sure to resolve this.

Fiona hesitated then sighed. “I don’t have my pockets, and…my telephone.” She all of a sudden regarded freaked out.

I waved a hand, dismissive. “Don’t fear about cash.”

“I don’t need you to purchase me something,” she insisted. “And my telephone is far more beneficial.”

I narrowed my brows. “Why?”

“Due to the images.”

“What photos?”

She stared again at me, not saying something.

Holy fuck.

Was she speaking bare pics? Of herself?

“What sort of photos do you will have in your telephone, princess?” I growled, barely holding onto my self-restraint. This girl gave me whiplash.

One second, we had been laughing as if we had been pals, the following, she was teasing me, flirting with me, or making me laborious.

Fiona Donnelly affected me excess of any girl had the proper to.

She stared again at me, the outdated defiance glittering by way of.

Defying me once more.

“Fuck.” I dragged my hand by way of my hair, then took my telephone again out. “Matt, be sure her telephone stays untouched.”

I ended the decision, then stared at her. “As quickly as we have now your telephone again and I’m completed with that asshole, you’ll present me these photos.”

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