A Zavarelli-Conor

For some reason, I feel ridiculously close to these books. Maybe it’s because Boston is only about 3.5 hours south of me, depending on how fast you drive, or it could be that I eat at Dunkies every chance I get, strawberry coolatta and bacon, egg, and cheese on croissant is my regular order, but sometimes I get a nice flavored latte, with tons of whipped cream, because everything is better with whipped cream. Maybe it’s because I’m of Irish descent, or I could just be ridiculously attached to bad boy anti-heroes who aren’t afraid to do what they need to in order to keep their families safe. Just like Conor.

One fateful night at Slainte, Crow points out a tiny little waif to Conor, tells him that she was Muerto’s girlfriend and was there the day that they did what needed to be done, so she knows things she shouldn’t oughta know, and now it’s his job to take care of her and do what needs to be done. Crow tells Conor it’s going to be easy to watch over her, since he just hired her as a dancer. She’s been asking him to hire her for several days, and he finally said yes. All Conor sees is a tiny little thing who is super skinny, who he figures is on drugs and is some kind of addict.

Sure, Ivy was Muerto’s girl, but there was so much more than that. Now the Locos are after her and she’s hiding from them. She’s trying to save up money so that she can get away. She has a plan, and she’s going to do everything she can to make that plan happen, and dancing at Slainte (pronounced slawn-che and meaning cheers in Irish Gaelic) is an easy way to do it. Plus, since the club is owned by the Irish mob, she figures she’ll at least be safe at work. Maybe they’ll help to keep the Locos off her back until she can escape Boston and be somewhere safe.

While following her, Conor finds out that she’s sleeping rough and that she’s hungry, not a junkie. He also finds out that she has a big secret, which is what changes his mind and makes him want to protect her instead of end her. The way that he does that is to marry her, because if she’s married to a member of the mob, no one will mess with her. Conor tells Ivy that’s what’s going to happen, and they visit the justice of the peace and get married, just like that.

I like Conor. He’s honorable and stands up to his own particular code, which is the code of the Irish syndicate that he’s part of. He’s done everything he can to help prove himself to Crow and the guys. I also kind of dislike Conor because he’s a little bit of an idiot when it comes to Ivy. If he would’ve talked to her more, he would’ve known more of what’s going on, instead, he had to be a mule-headed man and think that he knew what she was thinking and feeling. Gah, it makes me so angry when the big, bad, tough guys make decisions on their assumptions like that. Then again, you have to have some conflict to further the story, and hey, makeup sex is totally a thing, right? Ivy is a strong woman, used to doing everything on her own, and I like that about her, that she’s willing to stand up for what she needs to. I’m also frustrated by her because she needs to let someone help her out, and it takes a while for her to realize that she needs to let someone else be strong for her, and that Conor is more than willing to do that.

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I wonder how much of this Crow planned. He seemed to know that things would happen in certain ways if he put Conor and Ivy together. Is he that sneaky? Yeah, probably. I mean, he never outright says what Conor should do to take care of Ivy, Conor just kind of reads in between the lines and assumes he knows what Crow wants. But, all Crow said was take care of it. The way that Conor handled it was definitely taking care of it.

And Slick? Ugh, what a jerk. Too bad Conor didn’t do more than just break his arm, because really, he needed more.

Well, that’s all I have to say about this one today. You will do yourself a real favor if you read all these stories, especially if you like the bad boy anti-hero type. Happy reading!

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