Staring at your unconscious form, Kieran sighs, never thought to be put in a situation like this. Sure, he'd known he had to kidnap you, you've started an uproar in the mafia. And of course, he needed to get his hands on the precious cargo.

You put up a fight, a great one in fact, as he's sporting a busted lip even though you were drugged. He's not sure whether to be amused or irritated.

Rubbing his tattooed knuckles with his thumb, tracing the rigid skin, deep in thought. That is until you start to stir, and he speaks, the thick Irish accent hanging in the air.

"You're awake."