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  Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked back.

  Though she dabbled in writing, life got in the way – as it often does – and she spent a few years traveling, living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get published.

  Her first novel was an epic fantasy that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two people?

  She now spends her time – when not lost in Far Reach worlds – playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.

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  The O’Malley series by Katee Robert

  The Marriage Contract

  The Wedding Pact

  An Indecent Proposal

  Forbidden Promises

  Undercover Attraction

  Copyright

  Published by Piatkus

  ISBN: 978-0-349-41819-3

  All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 Katee Hird

  The moral right of the author has been asserted.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the publisher.

  The publisher is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not owned by the publisher.

  Piatkus

  Little, Brown Book Group

  Carmelite House

  50 Victoria Embankment

  London EC4Y 0DZ

  www.littlebrown.co.uk

  www.hachette.co.uk

  Contents

  About the Author

  The O’Malley series by Katee Robert

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  This one’s for you, dear readers.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  It doesn’t matter if it’s my first book or my twenty-eighth—the process is never the same, and some are more difficult than others. Thank you to God for making every story new and fresh and an adventure.

  Endless thanks to Leah Hultenschmidt for helping to make this book shine. Aiden was a challenge to get out of his shell, and your input was invaluable. Thank you to the rest of the team at Forever for your endless support. The O’Malleys series wouldn’t be half so successful without all you do behind the scenes.

  Thank you to Danielle Barclay of Barclay Publicity for your support for all things promotional. I’d be lost without you.

  A massive hug and thank-you to my readers. This series wouldn’t be on the map if it wasn’t for you, and getting to share Aiden’s story has been so much fun. I hope he was worth the wait!

  Last, but never least, thank you and endless love to Tim and the rest of the family. They say it takes a village to raise a kid, and it takes at least that many people to make sure life doesn’t fall apart while I’m drafting a book with a rowdy toddler.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Something’s coming.

  Charlie Moreaux, formerly Charlotte Finch, tucked a strand of long white-blond hair behind her ear, narrowing her eyes. This time of night, the party should have been in full swing, everyone a little too drunk, a little too loud. Instead, people kept to their tables and talked in low voices. It created a dull roar within the faded wood-paneled walls of the bar, but nothing close to what it would have been on any other weekend night. She picked her way around the full tables, ignoring the handful of regulars who tried to catch her eye.

  Jacques nodded at her. The old man had taken a liking to her from the first time she’d wandered in here, scraping rock bottom and halfway down the road to drinking herself to death. He was the one who’d pulled her back into the land of the living, who’d inadvertently put her on the path to retribution.

  Charlie leaned against the bar. “Weird mood tonight.”

  “It’s a full moon.”

  No one tracked full moons like ER nurses and bartenders.

  Jacques poured two healthy shots of whiskey and set one on the faded wood of the bar in front of her. “You’re as edgy as they are.”

  “Yeah, I know. No specific reason.” She downed the whiskey, but the warmth curling through her stomach did nothing to battle her nerves. Intuition or superstition, she couldn’t shake the feeling of fate hurtling down the tracks, pointed directly at her.

  Her first clue that something had gone wrong was a hush falling in a wave through the room. Charlie didn’t spin around, despite the feeling of eyes on her. Her attention fell to Jacques, as still as a rabbit facing down a wolf. He spoke low, but the words reached her easily in the new quiet of the bar. “You know I love you, girl, but you’re gonna have to take this one outside.”

  I was right. Trouble’s come, and it’s here for me.

  She turned slowly, still fighting against the instinct to spin, and propped her elbows on the bar as if she hadn’t noticed the change in the room. Trouble stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. The neon lights of the bar signs didn’t quite reach his face, though they highlighted his square jaw. She didn’t have to see his eyes to know he was looking at her.

  She could feel it. And the danger was just as intense as it had been a year ago when he’d first come to find her.

  Aiden O’Malley.

  “I’ll take care of it.” Charlie put enough authority into her voice that Jacques wouldn’t question her. This was her problem, and she wasn’t about to bring the old bartender into it. She shrugged a little, testing the weight of her holster beneath her leather jacket.

  She pushed away from the bar, stalking toward Aiden. In her six-inch heels, she was almost his height, but even the fancy suit didn’t hide the fact that he was cut. It wasn’t just the size of his shoulders. It was in the way his thigh muscles pressed against his slacks when he shifted. Utterly cold and contained, he watched her watch him.

  Standing across from him made her feel . . . vulnerable. She didn’t like that. She didn’t like that shit one bit. “Outside,” she snapped.

  He took a step back and then another, allowing her to lead him outside and down the street.

  Aiden kept his hands at his sides and away from any weapon he had on him. It was designed to make her feel at ease
, but it only ramped up her tension. The man had come here for her. Pretending that he wasn’t dangerous just meant he wanted her to underestimate him.

  Fat chance of that happening.

  Charlie wrapped her arms around herself, sliding her fingers along the butt of her 9mm. The feeling of metal warmed by her body comforted her. She’d defended herself before against worse than Aiden and his bodyguard. She could do it again if she had to. “Why are you here?” Why now? Why wait an entire year to come back around?

  “I said I’d be back for you. And now it’s time. We’re going to take down Romanov—together.”

  The old anger that she’d never quite escaped rose, threatening to drown her. She made herself let go of her gun and drop her arms to make sure she didn’t do something regrettable, like shoot this damn idiot who’d decided to walk into her life to throw her past in her face. “Maybe I’ve gotten over it and moved on with my life.”

  She hadn’t. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to move past what Dmitri Romanov had done. She’d spent the last twelve months poking at the few people on the force who’d actually still talk to her, but no one could—or would—answer her questions on why it was taking so long to build a case against the Russian crime lord who ruled the city.

  He’d never see trial. Not for what he’d done to others, and sure as hell not for what he’d done to her.

  Four years. An eternity and no time at all. Cops had long memories, and there wasn’t a single one in the NYPD who thought she was innocent. How could they when the evidence was so damning?

  So, no, she hadn’t gotten over it.

  Aiden’s green eyes flicked over her face, taking in every response, though she’d long ago trained herself not to give anything away. “I don’t believe it.”

  “I could care less what you believe.” There were several reasons the head of one of Boston’s Irish organized-crime families would be in a shitty little bar in New York seeking her out, and none of them were good for her. Charlie turned to him, taking in the slight tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there when he’d first shown up. Don’t like being told no, do you?

  Well, too damn bad for him. “For the last time, why are you here? Why me?”

  * * *

  Aiden O’Malley figured he should be grateful Charlotte hadn’t pulled the gun on him that she kept touching like a security blanket. He hadn’t really thought she’d fall all over herself to agree to help him—especially since she hadn’t called him once during the last twelve months—but her cutting through all his bullshit didn’t bode well.

  He’d never had a problem getting people to do exactly what he wanted—whether he needed to force them or they only required a subtle nudge—but he couldn’t do that with Charlotte Finch. He needed her to agree to help him of her own free will, or a vital part of his plan would fall to pieces.

  It had taken him twelve months to get his dominoes in place and ready to knock down. The balance of power between the three Boston ruling families—the O’Malleys, the Hallorans, and the Sheridans—was as stable as it would ever be. The feds had backed off enough that he could breathe. Even Dmitri Romanov had been lulled into a false truce at the chance of bringing down a new player in the game.

  The Eldridges.

  They couldn’t have timed their power grab better if Aiden had conjured them himself. All of it added up to a confrontation he knew he could win—if he played his cards right, he could remove the threat of both Romanov and the feds in a single strike.

  But to do it, he needed Charlotte.

  So he weighed his odds and, after careful consideration, decided being blunt was his best option. “You’re familiar with the Eldridge operations.” She’d worked the organized-crime unit in the NYPD, so there was no way she didn’t know about them, at least in passing, but she wasn’t going to trust him if he didn’t slow-play this.

  If she was smart, she wouldn’t trust him even then.

  Her step hitched almost imperceptibly. “They’re run by Alethea Eldridge and her daughter, Mae. Scary, scary ladies, who have a habit of making their competition disappear, though no one has ever been able to put together enough evidence to pin anything on them. Their main income is from drugs—heroin mostly—though they dabble in gunrunning and human trafficking when it suits their purposes. They’re small players in the overall New York scene.”

  “Not anymore. Romanov has made a deal with them—a deal he has no intention of following through on.” Or so said the dossier Aiden had gotten from Jude MacNamara. Yes, he’d sold his sister Sloan for information on his enemy—a weight he’d never truly be free of. It didn’t matter that Sloan had chosen Jude. If Aiden had paid better attention, she wouldn’t have been put in that situation to begin with.

  He wouldn’t allow it to happen with his youngest sister, Keira.

  He didn’t trust this unexpected opportunity from Romanov any more than he trusted anything in life, but he’d be a fool to pass up the chance to put his plan into motion.

  “How could you possibly know what Romanov intends?”

  “It doesn’t matter how. All that matters is that it’s the truth.” He understood her disbelief. Dmitri Romanov was about as easy to pin down as smoke. Aiden had spent the last twelve months verifying Jude’s information and looking for other options, but Romanov wasn’t the kind of man to leave bread crumbs that could be connected to him and his operations. Even with the sheer amount of intel Jude had on him, there was nothing concrete that could be used against him.

  Or there hadn’t been until Romanov himself called Aiden.

  Charlotte paused, and he stopped next to her. There was a distant look in her blue eyes. “Even if it’s true, I don’t see how I play into it.”

  “You know the Eldridges. You know Romanov. You know what they will or won’t do in any given situation.”

  “So do quite a few other people.”

  She wasn’t saying no, so he pressed. “None of those people are as uniquely motivated as you are in seeing Dmitri Romanov taken out at the knees. The O’Malley family barely registers on your radar. You have no reason to double-cross me, because I’ll be giving you what you desire above all else.”

  “And, pray tell, what is that?”

  She didn’t know it yet, but he had her—hook, line, and sinker. Aiden just had to reel her in. “Justice.”

  * * *

  Justice.

  The word rang through Charlie like a bell, and something deep inside her responded. For whatever reason, this man wanted Romanov’s downfall as much as she did—possibly more, if he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for her help.

  She knew what her dad would say. John Finch had a very low opinion of anyone even remotely connected with organized crime, and Aiden O’Malley was the head of his family. He’s as much a snake as Romanov, and getting into bed with one evil to bring down another won’t solve anything.

  That didn’t change the truth.

  And the damn truth was that she’d been living half a life for four years. Even after Jacques saved her and gave her a purpose, no matter how small, she still hadn’t bounced back. The drive she’d had ever since she was a child—the desire to be a force of good in the world and to stop bad people from doing bad things—it was gone. It’d disappeared right around the time that Romanov won.

  The bad guys won.

  She’d learned the hard way that life wasn’t a fairy tale, and good didn’t always triumph over evil. Sometimes a compelling lie was sought above a harsh truth.

  “I’ll do it.” She didn’t give herself a chance to think too hard on it. Her dad had stopped being proud of her four years ago. One more disappointment wasn’t going to break him.

  Probably.

  He hadn’t been able to salvage her reputation after she was branded a dirty cop. No one inside the law had. If Charlie couldn’t fix that, at least she could ensure that Romanov went down in flames as retribution.

  She pressed her lips together. “What, exactly, am I agreeing t
o do?”

  Aiden moved to a dark town car that had pulled up, and opened the back door. “Get in and I’ll tell you everything.” When she hesitated, he gave a mirthless smile. “Look around, Charlotte. If I was up to no good, I could have hurt you at any time.”

  “Charlie.” She’d responded without thinking, even as she did what he said. They’d wandered several blocks away from the bar. He could have cut her throat right here and no one would have sprung to assist her—and they certainly wouldn’t have talked to the cops if they’d seen something. Even if Jacques had sent Billy out after her, they were too far away for him to rescue her.

  Just as well. She didn’t need rescuing. “I don’t trust you.”

  “You shouldn’t.”

  Somehow, that eased her distrust a little. His offer—whatever it entailed—wasn’t too good to be true. Enemy of her enemy or not, this man was not a good man.

  I’m not much of a good woman anymore, either. She’d tried—tried so damn hard it’d almost killed her—but when push came to shove, the very justice system in place to protect the innocent had worked against her.

  She lost everything as a result—because of Romanov.

  She climbed into the backseat and scooted over so Aiden could join her. He dominated the small space in a way he hadn’t on the street, and she realized he’d been containing himself. Even now, he hadn’t exactly let himself off the leash, but he’d stopped trying so hard.

  Or maybe this is just another version of Aiden O’Malley—this one designed to put me at ease.

  She couldn’t trust the change. She couldn’t trust him.

  She took a short breath, inhaling his clean scent, which made her think of snow-topped mountains—beautiful and clear and deadly to anyone who tried to conquer them. “I won’t kill anyone.” She wasn’t that far gone.

  He chuckled, the sound curling through the space between them like a living thing. “Believe me, if that was my main goal, I have several people better suited.” He shot her a look. “Theoretically, of course.”

  “Theoretically. Sure.” She looked around the inside of the town car. It reeked of understated wealth. The leather seats were as soft as butter, and there was a retractable window between the backseat and the driver. With it raised, she couldn’t see more than an outline of the man’s head. It was entirely possible they were taking her to a secondary location for nefarious purposes, but Aiden had had a point earlier. Knowing that he could have tried to kill her several times over during their walk shouldn’t have comforted her—but it did.