Paying My Father’s Debt

She thought she was leaving home for a job.

Instead, she was handed over like a debt — to the man her father once betrayed.

Mary Callahan is kidnapped by a stranger in a black car and told the unthinkable: “Your father didn’t have money. He had you.”

William Flanagan isn’t some mob heir or clean-cut don. He’s a weapon forged in the gutter, raised by the man who destroyed his family… and now he’s come to collect payment in the most personal way possible.

What was supposed to be revenge turns into something messier — “I thought I’d make you suffer for his sins. But I can’t stop wanting you.”

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The wind scraped against the peeling paint of the house like it had a grudge to settle. Mary stood on the porch next to her father, two suitcases at her feet, the soles of her boots pressing against cracked concrete.

The house behind them sagged like it was too tired to keep standing. Just like Ben.

He rubbed a hand over his jaw — unshaven, lined — and wouldn’t meet her eyes.

A car rolled up to the curb.

Not a cab. Not even close. It was the kind of car you didn’t see on their street unless something had gone terribly right… or very, very wrong.

Glossy black. Tinted windows. Quiet as a threat.

“What is that?” Mary asked, taking a step back.

Ben exhaled hard. “We couldn’t afford a cab,” he muttered. “An old acquaintance offered to give you a lift to the airport.”

She glanced at the car again. “Seriously?”

He popped the trunk and hefted her suitcase in. His sleeve slid up slightly, revealing the faded tattoo on his wrist — a casino chip split by a knife, ringed in barbed wire. She stared.