Page 16 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
“I was injured. Concussed. I needed to get home and recover. I had to trek back to the house but when I got there, I just passed out again.”
“And why the fuck didn’t you call us? The moment you had a chance.”
“I was fuckin’ injured. I just told you what happened. Besides, Connor’s a big guy and she’s a tiny thing. I figured he’d know how to take care of himself. I didn’t think much of it. I figured he just took her somewhere. Maybe he just wanted to fuck her in the woods. Teach her a lesson.”
Dad clenched his jaws tightly and squared his shoulders, breathing in deeply with frustration.
“He’s not at his house. Nobody has heard from him since last night. Something has happened and I can’t fuckin’ believe that girl did all this on her own.”
“Well you better believe it. She managed to get me,” I replied.
He shook his head as he stood behind his chair, glaring at me.
“I would love to meet this girl. Alive. Just to take a good look at this mythical creature,” he said.
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And for that reason alone, I should have decided to get rid of Reese. Just to keep her away from my family. If she was confronted by my father and brothers and she spilled the truth—I didn’t know if they would forgive me for what I’d done.
“You need to find him,” my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
“What?” I blinked.
“You need to get out there and find Connor. And find the girl. It’s not like him to fall off the radar for this long. Even if he’s just having a fuck fest with this chick, it doesn’t make sense that he hasn’t made contact in so long.”
Even just the idea of Connor with Reese made my skin crawl.
Images flashed through my mind of her on her knees, staring up at me with her mouth open. I was so ready to take my cock out and slide it down between her lips. Feel the flick of her tongue.
Then Connor. The fat fuck. He wouldn’t know how to worship a body like hers. He wouldn’t know how to make her feel good.
Why did I want to make her feel good? Why did I give a rat’s ass what she felt?
“Okay,” I replied to my father. I needed to snap out of this.
“Fine. Go. And later, you can explain to me how you let some chick get to your gun.”
I walked to the door and gave him half of a salute.
Outside his office, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was done. I’d faced him. He’d take care of all the questions my other brothers had. Hopefully.
Now, all I needed to do was find Connor, clean up all the evidence, and make sure he would never be in a position to talk about last night.
I had to admit that I felt good about this. Eliminating Connor.
This had given me the perfect excuse and the perfect opportunity to remove him from the picture. Or maybe I was just telling myself that because I didn’t want him going anywhere near Reese.
I got back in my car and drove in the direction of Connor’s abandoned car again. I didn’t know where to start looking for him, but I hoped to find some clues at the site that I may have missed before.
And by the time I was ready to return to the house and face Reese again, I hoped I’d have made my decision on what to do with her. One way or another, she had to go.
I couldn’t keep her forever.
Ten
Reese
I was surprised to feel a rush of excitement mixed with relief when I saw Killian again.
I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting in the basement, with my ankles and wrists tied up with the ropes. The lack of natural light in there really messed with my brain.
I was relieved when he started to untie me, and excited because he was this close to me, brushing his fingers against my skin.
In all that time alone, I’d tried my best to not think about him, but there was no denying the fact that he was hot. My mind went there again as he stood over me now.
Strong muscular arms and legs, a narrow waist, wide shoulders. It wasn’t just his body, but it was that intense dangerous look in his brown eyes. His messy dark hair. The stubble growing on his chin.
I knew how strong he was because of the way he held me. Pinned me down. I knew how big his cock was because it tented his pants the moment I kneeled in front of him.
Killian and I together would be fire, but it wasn’t right that I thought this way. He was my captor. He was keeping me imprisoned here. What kind of messed up mind did I live with that allowed my body to react to him like that?
