Page 13 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
Having her underneath me, with her tits staring up at me for the taking; was a tough one. I had to do everything in my power to hold back and not tear her clothes off right then.
I flipped her around to tie her wrists together.
“Please!” she shouted.
“You keep this up and I’ll have to do something about your mouth too,” I growled.
That shut her up.
Once I was done with her wrists, I turned her back around again. Looking at her face, at those bee stung lips, was enough for my cock to throb again. I needed to focus.
I tied her up to remind her who was in control here. The next time she tried to do something stupid, hopefully she’d remember what I was capable of doing to her.
“You should’ve eaten the food when you had your chance,” I said.
I picked up the food and stood up.
Reese followed my every movement with her eyes. I could feel them on me as I walked up the steps to the door.
“You don’t have to do this…” I heard her say as I locked the door behind me.
Yes. I definitely had to do this to make sure she learned to be obedient to me. I was her master now.
Eight
Reese
Killian left me in the basement, tied up and by myself. I had no idea where he went. Maybe he’d left the house and that was why he wanted to tie me up, as an extra measure of precaution.
Alone with my thoughts again, I couldn’t stop condemning myself for not trying harder. There were a variety of things I could have done to escape. I could have bitten him. Hit him. Screamed for help. Ran when I had the chance.
But who was I kidding?
I wouldn’t have gotten far.
I could feel tears welling in my eyes the more I thought about it.
From the moment Aldo called me to his office last evening, I had been in a constant state of turmoil and danger.
Heck, I ended up killing a man!
He was dead, right? Connor was dead?
That was something I never thought I’d do. Was I like all of them now? The mafia. My stepfather and his friends. Had I stooped to that level now?
I didn’t even know if being imprisoned here was a better deal than being married to Connor. Killian seemed to imply that it was; but I couldn’t trust him. He wasn’t on my side. I couldn’t believe anything he said.
I thought of Charlie again.
Was he the last and the only man I could trust? And I’d lost him.
I never should have let him get involved with me. I should have known what my stepfather was capable of doing. Why did I think we would ever get away with our plan to escape? Why did I let Charlie build all those castles in the air? Because I was actually in love with him.
I trusted him.
I really believed he could give me a new life.
However, Aldo had demonstrated time and time again—ever since we moved in with him; that he had complete control over my life. He had warned me he would never let me escape.
Yet, I was a foolish teenager and I thought I could get away. I didn’t even care that I planned on leaving my mother behind. I just wanted to run. With Charlie. Make a new life for myself.
For some reason, that was what he wanted too. Clearly, he had no perception of what Aldo would do to stop that from happening.
I was his property, and he wasn’t about to let anyone take that away from him.
Just two days more days and we were going to run, when we had everything planned out, carefully charted. I didn’t have any money but Charlie had been saving for months for it.
For the first time in years, I actually had hope. I was excited for our future.
Then Charlie was dead.
Just like that, he wasn’t alive anymore.
It didn’t take me long to figure out what happened.
Aldo killed him. My stepfather got my boyfriend killed so I wouldn’t be able to run away with him.
* * *
And now, even though I could clearly recall all the feelings I felt when Charlie died, when all my dreams were thwarted—most of the time, I couldn’t recall what he looked like. The memory of Charlie and what our relationship had been like started to fade. I remembered that I loved him, or at least I thought I did.
I trusted him and he trusted me.
I believed in him enough to want to build a future with him. A future far from my so-called family. But maybe it was just puppy love. Maybe it was nothing more than a silly crush. I didn’t know if it was even possible to love. Did that actually exist?
But that puppy love cost him his life.
All this happened almost eight years ago and since then, I’d woken up every morning and just gone through the motions of life. Like a machine would.
