Filthy Richer : Eoghan & Inessa's HEA

FILTHY RICHER A FIVE POINTS’ MOB COLLECTION: NOVELLA SERENA AKEROYD Copyright © 2022 by Serena Akeroyd All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Photo: Wander Aguiar Cover Design: Letitia Hasser CONTENTS Trigger Warnings The Crossover Reading Order with the Sinners & Valentinis 1. Eoghan 2. Eoghan 3. Eoghan 4. Eoghan 5. Eoghan 6. Eoghan 7. Eoghan 8. Eoghan 9. Eoghan 10. Eoghan 11. Eoghan 12. Inessa The Crossover Reading Order with the Sinners & Valentinis Free Book! FILTHY 1. Finn 2. Aoife Connect with Serena About the Author TRIGGER WARNINGS Whether you’re new to my books, or are an avid fan of the Five Points’ Mob universe, I hope you’ll enjoy this novella. While it’s a love letter to my readers, those who’ve fallen hard for Eoghan and Inessa O’Donnelly, it’s also a teasing, sexy little tale about life after marriage. Seven year itch? What’s that when you’re a mobster’s wife. ;) Anyway, please note that this novella does have violent scenes and references suicide. Much love to you all, and happy reading! Serena xoxo THE CROSSOVER READING ORDER WITH THE SINNERS & VALENTINIS To enjoy the full universe, which is on KU, here’s the reading order. HOWEVER, this novella can be enjoyed as a standalone for new readers. FILTHY FILTHY SINNER NYX LINK FILTHY RICH SIN STEEL FILTHY DARK CRUZ MAVERICK FILTHY SEX HAWK FILTHY HOT STORM THE DON THE LADY FILTHY SECRET REX RACHEL FILTHY KING FILTHY DISCIPLE THE CONSIGLIERE THE ORACLE FILTHY LIES FILTHY TRUTH FILTHY RICHER ONE EOGHAN Pride wasn’t something I felt often. It was, in fact, something I felt rarely. But as I watched my wife waddle onto the stage from the steps at the side, ’proud’ didn’t cut it. Elation soared through me. There were shadows under Inessa’s eyes from the last couple sleepless nights because our kid, Bump, had decided to turn into a basketball and it was tough for her to get comfortable. I’d watched her drag concealer under her eyes, and she’d done a good job of hiding those marks from the world, but I noticed everything when it came to her. From day one, I always had. Aside from those signs of fatigue, her blonde hair gleamed in the spotlight. Her cheeks were rosy pink. She wore a neat Kate Spade dress that I’d picked for her as a celebration gift, which made her belly look smaller thanks to something called an Empire waistline, and she wore heels that we’d argued over this morning. Heels that I wanted her to only wear in the bedroom now that she was six months into her pregnancy. They were four-inch platforms that I knew she’d slipped on to rub me the wrong way. It had worked. But for all that she’d annoyed me by being a brat this morning, the joy I found in watching her fulfill her dreams of becoming an interior designer diminished that irritation almost entirely. At my side, Aidan, my eldest brother, cheered, whistling into the crowd which triggered the rest of my demon siblings and their wives into whooping and clapping. She jolted in surprise, but her beaming smile hit me straight in the heart as she heard her family rooting for her. That smile packed more of a punch than a fucking bullet. She squinted into the light but I knew she saw us on the upper levels of the audience where the filthy rich were watching their spawn collect their diplomas. Knew it because her eyes drifted onto mine and held until the dean cleared his throat and her head whipped around to shake his hand. Annoyed, I rubbed my chin as I noticed his prolonged hold then cracked my knuckles as I watched her tug on it as if she were fighting to be released. “Cheer up, you miserable bastard,” Brennan grumbled in my ear. I didn’t bother glowering at my elder brother as he drawled, “You’d think you were about to get into a fight.” Little did he fucking know—I was. But I wasn’t miserable about it. I was excited. I’d been on a three-month-long promise. Inessa had made me vow that I wouldn’t do anything until she graduated. Well, here she was. Graduating. I narrowed my eyes on the weasel who was about to feel a world of hurt, and I murmured, “I’m happy.” “You need to tell your face that.” “I’m happy,” I repeated. “I swear, the older you get, the more your poker face is like a fucking death mask.” “Thanks, Bren. I appreciate that.” “What are older brothers for?” I grunted. “You did good with the dress, Eoghan.” I didn’t look at my sister-in-law, Savvie, who was standing on my other side. “Thank you for telling the store what she needed. I need to research dress styles.” She snickered. “That’s what personal shoppers are for.” Inessa stepped off the stage and made the return to her seat with her diploma in hand. The second she was sitting down again, my head whipped over so I could stare Savvie down. “You could teach me.” Her brows lifted. “Why does that sound more like a demand than a request?” “Never a demand. Always a request.” She contemplated me. “You want me to teach you about fashion?” “Yes.” “Why?” I hadn’t liked not knowing what to buy my wife. Relying on other people, even family, had been difficult lately. My OCD was flaring. I knew it and accepted it. Because it was better than the other options. Controlling the world around me was better than discouraging Inessa from ever leaving the apartment. I’d promised her I wouldn’t do that again. I always kept my promises. Even if they killed something inside me. But, how to encapsulate all that into an answer that would make Savvie