Page 40 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
“What other side?” he asked gruffly.
I shrugged. “I guess I just never pictured you as a man who…”
“Cared about anyone or anything?” He completed the sentence for me.
My cheeks turned red because it wasn’t far from what I was trying to say.
Killian smirked and shook his head.
“Don’t worry. I don’t hold that against you. I don’t think I know what I care about either. Other than my family.”
“I could see your sister means a lot to you.”
“She’s the only sister I’ve got, and a man who claims to love her should never have hurt her like that.”
Killian met my eyes, and it was difficult for me to hold his gaze. Were those really his morals? Why was I surprised by them? I didn’t know him at all. Was it so hard to believe that he actually cared about somebody?
I had witnessed the rage in him. He was furious every time Isabelle spoke about Brayden. He had made sure that guy was taken care of. I had a feeling his face looked a lot worse today than Isabelle’s did when he hit her.
Even though I was still Killian’s prisoner, it made me feel safer, knowing what he was capable of doing for the people he cared for.
Did he care about me?
Did he actually care what happened to me?
Or did he rescue me from being married to his uncle because he just wanted me to himself.
And now he had me. Every night if he wanted to.
“And what about the rest of your family?”
“What about them?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever have the chance to meet them, so tell me about them,” I said.
I didn’t expect him to actually indulge me.
“I have six brothers, a step mother, a step sister and a father.”
He looked at me squarely, searching my eyes.
“Six brothers!”
“I know right? My poor mother,” he remarked.
I bit my lip, but he was smiling so I had to smile too.
“But it’s the greatest gift my parents could have given me. My brothers and I are best friends.”
“That is pretty amazing. I don’t have any siblings,” I admitted, looking down at my plate of half-eaten food. “I don’t have any family.”
Killian had his jaws clenched. He glared at me, but I didn’t know why.
Why was he so angry? Was he angry with me? Did I do something wrong? Did I ask him the wrong question?
“You don’t deserve the life you have been given so far, Reese. You’re better than that,” he said.
I had to do everything in my power to not burst into tears. Maybe this was the only compliment I would ever get from him, but I was going to hold it close to my heart forever.
Twenty-One
Killian
I knew I was spending way too much time with her.
We lived together in my cabin. Isolated together in the woods, with only each other for company.
And instead of being my captive, I had started treating Reese as I would have treated a girlfriend. Not that I had a long list of ex-girlfriends to compare this relationship with.
We spent our days together, watching Marvel films and cooking and eating. She slept in my bed. Fell asleep in my arms.
I loved soaking in the bath together. Baths that turned into erotic bubble battles, leading to her mouth on my cock.
I went to sleep dreaming about her and woke up with her sprawled on the bed beside me. The scary part was I didn’t want it to change. There was nothing about the time we spent together that I wanted to be different.
I wasn’t thinking about the future, and I ignored the past.
It seemed that was what she did too. She seemed to have forgotten how she pulled the trigger on Connor. How I tied her up in my basement. How she made multiple attempts to escape.
By now I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She’d decided she was safest here. And what did that mean?
Was this what a relationship was supposed to look like? Did I have feelings for her?
I stopped myself from examining those feelings because they embarrassed me. More than that, they weren’t practical feelings. It wasn’t like we could actually have a future together.
Today, I was in the living room, sipping on a can of beer. Reese was in the armchair across from me. A movie played on the TV, while she flipped through one of my old comic books. Instead of looking at the screen, I stared at her.
Taking in her full pink lips and her wide forehead. The way her honey brown hair sat on her shoulders. Her slim dainty fingers as she flipped page after page.
I knew I had feelings for her. Not the kind of feelings that would help me. The more I stared, the angrier I got. I wanted to stop feeling like this. I wanted to go back to wanting her for her cunt.
