They buried me fifteen years ago.
I let them. My family and the Kerrigans were supposed to become one empire. Their heir would marry a Madigan daughter, and two crime families would run as one. I was the daughter.
Then someone burned my whole world down to stop that wedding, and being a Madigan became a death sentence for anyone who got close to my name.
So I stayed dead. New name. Quiet bar in Chicago. Good locks on every door.
Because the day a living Madigan walks back into a Kerrigan’s life, the arrangement looks real again, and everyone I love ends up the way my family did.
Then they found me.
Tiernan chased my family’s name across the world to get to me. Ronan, the heir, the only Kerrigan by blood, looked at me like he already knew. The man I was promised to before I had any say.
And Cormac clocked my lie before I poured his first drink. He’s the one holding himself back like touching me would cost him something. Maybe it would.
I should have run. It’s the one thing I’m good at. I let them take me home instead. I was promised to one of them. I’m falling for all three.
And someone out there still wants every Madigan in the ground.
