I'd learned that much from what happened to Isaac.
I took a swig from the beer bottle, suddenly itching for something stronger. "When?"
"Next Saturday." My father got up from the barstool he'd been perched on without ever taking off his coat. Then again, it had taken him less than ten minutes from stepping through my doorway to completely and irrevocably fuck up my life, so why bother getting comfortable, right?
I gritted my teeth to stifle the black rage churning in my gut while he made his way out of my kitchen and to the front door. When his gloved hand touched the knob, he paused for a moment and looked at me over his shoulder, steel in his eyes and his jaw set in a way I recognized all too well from my youth. My hands clenched as if to brace for a beating, even though it'd been years since I'd grown too big for that particular brand of incentive.
"And Blaine … if you fuck this up, you're going to be sorry."
I stared mutely for several long minutes after he'd left, too stunned to move.
I guess it wasn't a huge surprise that it was now my turn to get dragged to the sacrificial altar for "The Family," but never in a million years would I have imagined it would be as a fucking groom.
The thought of being tied down and responsible for a bird had always filled me with cold dread, and the fact that my upcoming marriage was a sham didn't make me feel any less shackled.
Finally, blessedly, anger drowned out the mixture of emotions coursing through me, its hot embrace allowing me to break free of the trance-like state my dear father had left me in.
Whoever the little cunt was, I wasn't about to change my ways. If she had hopes of taming herself one of Steel's sons, she was in for a nasty surprise.
I liked to drink, I liked to fight, and I liked to fuck every female that crossed my path, and if she wanted to be part of the Steel family, she was going to have to get used to that.
And maybe if I was lucky, she'd get fed up and get this fucking disaster of a marriage annulled.
I grabbed my leather coat and pulled out my phone, calling the twins as I slammed the front door shut behind me and headed down the stairs.
Time to get shitfaced and find a small-time gang dumb enough to challenge a Steel.
"You look like absolute shit." For a man who'd kept me company during most of my weeklong bender, Liam's voice was much too cheerful. I sent him an annoyed glare, which I immediately regretted as the sunlight caught my eyes and shot a bolt of pure agony directly into my brain.
Even his unruly, ginger hair looked offensively chipper.
"You really should have thought this through," his identical twin, Louis, chimed in. "How are you going to satisfy your wee Irish lass tonight when you're so hungover you look like you're about to pass out?"
"Poor girl's in for such a disappointment-if she's desperate enough to agree to marry you, she undoubtedly needs a good rogering. Heck, she might even be a virgin! You really should bring your A-game, brother." Liam grinned.
"You two fuckers better just shut up and thank your lucky star that it's me here instead of one of you," I growled, though the twins obviously didn't share my lack of amusement. Of course, while they were standing by my side as the guests found their seats, I would be the one to swear sacred vows to a woman I'd never even met before, while they got to continue on with their lives as they pleased.
"To be fair, it would have been Marcus before either of us," Louis said, slanting a look at our only other, present brother. "For once, being the youngest of the bunch paid off."
"Ha, can you imagine them trying to marry some poor girl off to Marcus, though?" Liam snickered. "Eh, no offense, man." The last part he mumbled, the perpetual laugh in his voice dying to a cough.
I glanced at Marcus just in time to catch the dark look he sent our way before once again looking straight ahead as if lost in deep thought.
Most sane criminals in town-and quite a few law enforcers-would make sure not to get in the way of a Steel, but Marcus had a way of making people cross the street just by looking at them. Of course, his reputation as a complete sociopath didn't help matters much.
Even I didn't really know what went on behind his blank expression, but I'd been to clean up a few of his messes along the way, and knew that he had some demons, for sure. He didn't just kill-he butchered.
"God, the Clerys are such a bunch of pricks," Louis muttered, and my attention was drawn to the front row, where a bunch of strangers filed in across the hall from our own father and stepmother. "Look at those smug smiles-they really think they hit the jackpot, eh?"
I didn't answer, but despite my blinding headache, I couldn't help but frown at the older man as he stared up at me like I was a prime cow up for auction. Undoubtedly the father, as he looked especially pleased with himself. Yeah, the Clerys obviously thought this marriage was their way up in the underworld, even if my own father saw it as nothing more than a means of placation.
My musings were interrupted when organ music abruptly blared through the church, cutting through my suffering brain like a saw. I winced and looked up just in time to see the doors at the other end of the aisle crack open.
"Here we go-time to get hitched, brother."
I didn't know which of the twins spoke, but I didn't turn my head to find out. My eyes were glued to the double doors and my heart suddenly decided to work overtime, pounding behind my ribs as if I'd just run a fucking marathon.
The doors opened fully, and a lone woman in a hideous white dress and a long veil covering her face stepped through.
I had a vague notion that it was odd her father wasn't walking her down the aisle, but my pulse thundering in my ears drowned out the thought quickly enough. Even my palms were clammy.
Fucking great. I already hated whoever she was for landing me in this fucked up situation-the fact that just seeing her walk toward me had the power to damn near bring on a panic attack didn't make me any more of a fan. I liked being in control, of myself and my surroundings, and right now, I was neither.
I didn't give a shit if it was unfair-I blamed her.
It wasn't until she was right in front of me that I realized she was looking down at the floor behind her veil, and how badly her hands were shaking as she clutched her bouquet.
A nudge to my side from Liam made me step forward to greet her, and it was then that she finally looked up and I saw her face.
My heart gave a violent spasm before it dropped all the way to the bottom of my Italian leather shoes.
I knew her.
And her name wasn't Aignéis Clery. It was Holler. Mira Holler. My fucking shrink.
*
Chapter 4
Mira
I'd never seen so much emotion on a completely blank face before. While every single muscle on my husband-to-be's face was still, I could practically read his mind from the flashes of shock, fear-and finally anger-that filtered across those stormcloud eyes of his. Yeah, I was about the last person he wanted to see right now.
Not that that was a surprise-the son of London's biggest crime family had gone to see a therapist, undoubtedly expecting to never be confronted with it again, only to now be forced into marrying the very same woman-possibly the only person in the world who knew that Blaine Steel had a weakness.
And I … I was beyond shocked. Not to mention annoyed at myself for not even bothering to ask who would be waiting for me at the altar. Though to be fair, I'd spent the week locked up in my own flat with no phone or computer access, effectively a prisoner. I'd been too terrified to even think about who I'd be marrying, and neither my father nor my brothers had bothered to inform me of such an unimportant detail. All that mattered to them was that they would now be related to the biggest crime family in the country.
I swallowed thickly as I stared, wide-eyed, up at Blaine. I'd run away from home the day I turned eighteen so I could escape this exact fate-so I wouldn't end up married to a man as ruthless and dangerous as the ones in my own family. Yet here I was, staring into the eyes of a man I knew without a shadow of a doubt was the living embodiment of every nightmare I'd ever had. My groom.
One of the redheaded groomsmen demonstratively cleared his throat, which made both Blaine and I jolt out of what probably looked like a staring match to the onlookers.
With one final, dark look, Blaine took my arm and turned us toward the altar, where the priest stood ready to bind us together for all eternity.
I didn't think it was possible to be any more terrified of my fate than I already was, but the look Blaine gave me held so much fury and resentment that the only thing that made me capable of following him the final few steps to the altar was the fresh wave of adrenaline coursing in my blood.
He hated me.
The ceremony was a blur, and I have no idea how I made it through the entire thing without my anxiety making me break down into a sobbing mess. All I really comprehended through the pomp and circumstance was the sound of my own pulse drumming unsteadily in my ears.