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walked toward him.
    “Finn, is that you? Really you?” she whispered.
    “Nah, Evie, you’re lookin’ at a mirage.”
    She smiled at him before she bit her lip and ran towards him before collapsing his arms. He held her tightly. “I thought I would never see you again. I thought maybe my parents had you arrested or they barred you from the States for good. When you were sent back to Omagh it was the hardest time in my life. I hated my parents because I thought they did it just to keep us apart and that tore at my heart.”
    “It’s all good. Nice thing about being sent back to Northern Ireland is I have both an Irish and British passport so I just traveled a bit and high-tailed it outta there as soon as possible. I spent some time in Tenerife, Thailand, France, Germany, Cyprus and everywhere in between. You weren’t too wrong about being barred though. I’ve only been back here in Boston for the past couple of years but Dylan and I kept in touch. As soon as I got back in town, McGee moved us up in the organization and we’re responsible for all the drugs on this side of town,” he explained in a soft yet masculine voice.
    “You mean, you’re not dealin’?”
    “A lot has changed, baby girl. I ain’t dealt since I was twenty-two,” Dylan interrupted as he grabbed a Marlboro from a pack on the coffee table and lit up. “Like I told you, we  distribute  to other dealers— we don’t deal.”
    “Dylan, why didn’t you tell me we had company—who the fuck is this Barbie-lookin’ skank?”
    The unmistakable hard-ass, Boston-accented voice of Carmelita Andolino rang out loud and clear. Finn turned his attention to her and wondered what his cousin saw in her. She was a decent lookin’ girl with dark olive skin, brown eyes and cascades of long dark hair liberally frosted with champagne chunk highlights identical to Gemma Teller Morrow on  Sons of Anarchy . Her slim body—bordering on being emaciated due to the amount of Oxyballs she did on a regular basis—was showcased in a pair of black Juicy Couture sweat pants and a pink, short-sleeved tee shirt with Juicy Couture written across her natural D-cup breasts.
    “Lita, this is my cousin, Evie. Evie, this is my girlfriend.”
    Carmelita smiled wryly as she placed talon-length nails with the requisite French manicure—though her tips were black with diamond Cs for Chanel—on slender hips. “I heard about you. You’re that famous bitch’s daughter, aren’t ya? I also heard about what went down between you and Dylan. Guess again, bitch, because I will  kill you if you lay a hand on my man.”
    Finn rolled his eyes as he slid Evie behind him in a protective manner. “Why don’t you calm the fuck down with a goddamn blue or better yet shut the fuck up and snort another Oxyball? She didn’t come here for Dylan because Evie’s mine and she’s always belonged to me.”
    Carmelita flashed dark eyes Evie’s way before she stared at Dylan again. “Is this true? Did she come here to be with Finn or what?”
    “Actually, she’s transferring to Boston University, and decided to spend the summer here. You should treat my little cousin with more respect as she’s actually entered a university and not for the sake of keeping it clean,” Dylan replied in a wry voice.
    Finn heard Evie stifle a laugh before he pulled her toward him and they walked up the stairs together. He took her to his room, which was surprisingly well kept but the guys did have a maid who they paid extra to come in three times a week to clean. Unfortunately, that meant moving all the drug paraphernalia out to the garage but it was worth it seeing as Carmelita didn’t lift anything more than a glass, usually filled with some sort of alcoholic beverage, to her lips.
    As soon as he had her settled on his made-up bed, he went back downstairs, grabbed her luggage and brought it upstairs.
    Evie removed her cute wedge-heeled sandals and lay back on the bed. “Thank you for what you did