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PROLOGUE

‘THAT’S THE DEAL, Delucca, take it or leave it I don’t think I need to tell you that if you leave it the O’Connor brand won’t be affected’

Giancarlo Delucca gritted his jaw at the arrogant tone The unspoken insinuation froht languish in European shopping aisles for years before lobally

Gianni, still reeling slightly, looked at Liam O’Connor, who sat in a leather chair with his back to the impressive view of Dublin’s financial district

‘And what does your daughter think of this proposed arranged e?’

O’Connor’s grey eyes narrowed, and there was a barely perceptible tightening around his mouth ‘Keelin is loyal to the family business’

Gianni responded with a hint of incredulity ‘Loyal enough to agree to a e of convenience?’

Suddenly feeling agitated, Gianni didn’t wait for a reply and went to stand at one of the huge floor-to-ceiling s He put his hands in his pockets to stop hih his hair—a bad habit He felt claustrophobic Marriage That word called up all sorts of dark ies and bad e had to offer so he’d vowed never to take that route hier with the vastly successful O’Connor Foods brand to break into the lobal market, and namely, America

That would take hi adulthood It would civilise the Delucca name, make him invulnerable, and in time no one would ever remember that Delucca had once been one of the Mafia’s most notorious names

O’Connor’s voice came from behind him ‘Keelin is a beautiful woman Well educated She’ll be an asset on your arm as you move forward and expand’

Gianni’s htened as the kind of doed took root in his ust He didn’t want O’Connor to see thein his eyes, so didn’t turn around ‘You think that I can’t find a wife of

?’ Not that he’d contemplated it!