#LUCKY (The Empire Series Book 2) Read Online Free

intertwined again, Declan rested his manly hand on her thigh sending a shiver down her spine. She would kill to see how those hands could handle her body. Letting a subtle breath escape her pouty lips, she called over Mike for a refill.
    "Declan, this is my friend Mike, and this is his bad ass bar. I wouldn't go anywhere else," she boasted, giving Mikey a smile.
    "Aye, nice to finally meet you," Declan said, extending his hand.
    "Sheppard's pie. Yeah, I know you. You sit at the back of the bar and order the same thing every Sunday." Mike took his hand and gave him a hearty shake.
    "Aye, you've got the best pie in town, fella. I haven't had pie this good since my ma used to make it for us as kids. I can't pass it up," Declan exclaimed.
    "Thanks, man. That means a lot. My Granny taught me the recipe, so I brought it into O'Mallory."
    "I love coming here. I've been meanin' to tell you that for a while. It makes me feel like I'm at home, but some of that leprechaun shit has got to go," Dec said, waving his finger around the bar.
    "Clients like that stereotypical Irish bullshit. Keeps them coming back, so I don't exactly mind, if you know what I'm saying."
    Mike and Declan were really starting to hit it off. It was refreshing to see one of her best friends, and a dude she was starting to crush on, actually like one another. Cory hated O'Mallorys – with a passion. He also hated Mike - with a passion. She thought it was more narcissistic than anything else. He always said that the bar was filthy and too brutish. Well no shit, dick, it's a bar where people get rowdy and have a good time.
    "I think we need to go shot for shot. Forget about our exes, forget about everything, and have a good time. Let's turn this horrible night into the best breakup ever. This is a celebration, not a pity party. Shots of Jameson, Mikey," she said actually getting thrilled for the first time all night.
    They pounded away the night with shots, joking back and forth about how shitty their exes were. Although they had said they wouldn't talk about them, it was hilarious to see she wasn't the only one in a seriously fucked up relationship. She only thought it was amusing and less pathetic because they were ten sheets to the wind. All this time she thought she was the only sad sap in a horrible relationship, however Declan had proved her wrong with his endless stream of sob stories. It soon got to a point where they, literally, tried to outdo each other with how shitty their exes were. It felt good to finally get all her anger and aggression out, but in a light hearted way.
    "I've got a brilliant idea!" she proclaimed as she took the pint from his hand and put it down on the bar. "We need to take a selfie. What do ya say?" she lifted her bum from the chair and clutched onto Declan's shoulder. Holy shit! His muscles were incredibly defined under all his clothes. She hoped he was feeling her, as much as she was feeling him. Plus, revenge was so, so sweet.
    "I think it's masterful!" he said, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. "Okay, so how do we do this? I'm not good with selfies. How does my beard look right now? Do I look put together, because I really want that bitch to know I'm good without her." Declan ran his hands down his shortly cut beard and sat up straight as if he were being scolded by his mother.
    "Here, I'm going to turn around and lean into you. It will make the shot so much better." They didn't necessarily need to smash together, but what the hell. Oh, my goodness. He smelled like heaven – vanilla cream mixed with some fruity concoction. He didn't object, which was fantastic. She didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.
    Flipping the camera around, she stretched her arms out to accommodate their photo. Crushing her body against Declan, "Say cheese!" she rang. They smiled like goons, just snapping away their payback pics. Tilting the phone to the left, Declan snuggled up close to her neck as if they had been a couple for years. He wrapped