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Even if I died trying, even if there was no hope for me on the other side, I had to get away.
I couldn’t allow myself to be held prisoner by a man who was just another version of Aldo.
He was hot. He knew how to use his fingers and tongue on a woman’s body. He had an inexplicable sex appeal that I couldn’t shake off. However, none of that should have translated to willingly being his prisoner.
I wasn’t going to wait around to find out what his ulterior motives were. I needed to get out of here, fast.
Fifteen
Killian
I went back to the woods, just to get away from Reese and all her questions. I couldn’t afford to reveal anything about myself. She’d gotten deep inside my head enough already.
My father expected me to find Connor and I knew I needed to get to the bottom of what happened to him. But I couldn’t really concentrate on that while Reese filled my mind. She had stirred something in me.
I knew she had it tough with Aldo. I had seen the fear and frustration in her eyes that night when she was introduced to Connor. But it wasn’t until she started speaking about him that I learned the full scope of it.
She’d mentioned how Aldo made life miserable for her mother too. About how her biological dad had been an asshole and an unworthy father. I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel sorry for Reese. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for her—but I couldn’t help but wonder how a girl like her had endured all of it.
She looked so delicate on the outside. Untouched and beautiful. A girl who was meek and quiet. Yet, she had gone through a life of turmoil and torture. I knew how important it was to have the support and strength of family.
I had a father I looked up to. Brothers like best friends.
A mother…
She was dead.
But at least I had experienced what having two strong parents felt like.
Reese had none of it.
Yet, she survived.
It was no wonder that she had such a warped view of love and marriage. Marrying Connor would have screwed up everything even more. How could she have survived that?
I knew I did her a big favor by facilitating her escape, but I didn’t realize how huge it was until now.
What was I supposed to do?
Not only had I imprisoned her in my basement, but I also fucked her. I also spoke to her and had gotten to know her a little better. I did everything I shouldn’t have done and I didn’t know how to stop.
To top it all off, Connor’s body was still nowhere in sight.
I trekked through the woods. Up and down the side of the highway. I literally searched fucking everywhere and I hadn’t found one shred of evidence that would lead me to him.
Just when I turned to walk back to the house, my phone rang and I saw it was Aiden calling.
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
“Looking for Connor like I was fuckin’ asked to do,” I growled.
“Well, there’s good news and bad news,” Aiden said. “The good news is you can stop looking for him because we found him.” Every muscle in my body was taut, and I stood completely still as I waited for his bad news. Connor was found? How? Where? Dead?
“The bad news is, he’s in a coma. In the hospital. The cops found him.”
A fuckin’ coma? How the hell did he go into a coma from a gunshot wound? None of this made sense and I didn’t know what questions to ask Aiden. I had to be careful.
“You better come down here to the hospital now. We’re all here,” Aiden added.
* * *
I had to compose myself in the car in the hospital’s parking lot, before I went up there to meet the rest of my family. I felt like I was fucked up on pills, when I hadn’t even had a drink. My adrenaline pumped furiously through my veins. I had no idea what was waiting for me in the hospital.
But I had no choice. At least Connor was in a coma. But for how long? What happened to him? When was he going to talk?
When I went up there, I found my whole family present. All my brothers, my father, Cynthia and Isabell. Some of the other guys who worked closely with Dad and the business were there too. Everyone wanted to know what was going to happen to my uncle.
They were scattered around the waiting room and all of them turned in unison when I walked in.
“What the fuck is going on?” Dad groaned at me. I could see he was confused, but I couldn’t exactly tell if he was worried too. They were brothers after all, even though they’d spent a lifetime trying to get past their differences.
