Page 41 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
I wanted to forget about her voice and the way she looked at me, and focus on what her mouth looked like around my cock.
Reese looked up at me, catching me staring. She cocked a brow up devilishly.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, biting down on her lip.
I was pissed off with myself so I got up, scrunching the empty can of beer in my hand till it was basically pulp.
“I don’t know what you think you know about me, Reese. I want you to understand that you don’t know me at all.”
I left the room fuming, knowing she had no clue what I was talking about, or why I snapped at her. I was glad she didn’t ask for an explanation because I wouldn’t have been able to give her one.
* * *
The kitchen smelled amazing again. In the morning, I went to the grocery store with a long list of things she wanted me to pick up. Apparently, she wanted to bake some cookies and banana bread.
Reese was in the kitchen with oven mitts on. I wished I had an apron she could wear to complete the look. I couldn’t help but fantasize about how adorable she would look in an outfit like that.
I was at the table drinking a cup of coffee. Anyone who peered in through the window would have easily and understandably made the mistake of assuming we were in the middle of a happy domestic scene.
A car pulled up in front of the house and Reese jumped, startled. I went to the window, already coming up with plans of hiding Reese on the double. Then I saw Isabelle stepping out of the car.
“It’s okay,” I said to Reese.
There was a loud rap on the front door and I went to open it. Isabelle stormed through. Her wounds had healed quite a bit but she still looked shaken up.
“What did you do, Killian? Where is he? Is he dead?” she screeched at me.
I narrowed my eyes at Isabelle. I couldn’t believe she was here asking me these ridiculous questions.
“Why do you need to know? You should consider yourself lucky you got away from him,” I growled.
“Whatever happened between Brayden and me, was exactly that. Between Brayden and me. You had no right. No right!” she continued screaming.
“Isabelle, please calm down. It won’t do you any good to behave like this.” It was Reese. She appeared at the living room door.
Isabelle turned to her and immediately it seemed like she was going to break into tears.
“Oh, Reese! I’m so glad you’re still here. Please tell me what you know. What did my brothers do to Brayden?”
Isabelle rushed over and Reese took her in her arms.
“I don’t know and you shouldn’t want to know either. Killian is right, you’re lucky you got away from him.”
All I could do was stand and stare at them. How did she have that effect on my sister? Did she have that effect on everybody? In which case, she would be a magical nurse if her dreams really did come true.
“But he was the man I was supposed to marry and have babies with, you know? It was me. We got into a fight and he…he hit me but I provoked him.” Isabelle was in tears while Reese held her tight.
I had my hands in fists because I wanted to punch the wall.
“No, you didn’t provoke him, Isabelle. You couldn’t have done anything to deserve a reaction like that from him. It wasn’t you.” Reese lifted Isabelle’s face up, holding it with both hands.
“Now, let’s go into the kitchen. Let’s discuss this over some coffee and cookies. I promise you’ll feel better.”
Reese wound an arm around Isabelle and started guiding her to the kitchen. On her way out, she threw me a look over her shoulder. She smiled. Maybe she expected a smile back from me, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Seeing her being this good with Isabelle, made me weak. Made me want her to be a part of my family. A part of my life.
And that feeling really fucked with my head.
* * *
I didn’t want to interrupt their conversation.
Reese and Isabelle sat at the kitchen table. Reese gave her a tall glass of warm milk she dunked her cookies in. She was almost childlike in the way she sobbed, and how she turned to Reese for advice.
I couldn’t have helped my sister in those moments no matter how much I tried. Reese was the one who knew what to say. She knew what would calm Isabelle. She knew how to get Isabelle to stay in control and realize that Brayden was a monster for hitting her.
Conflicting thoughts flickered through my head as I watched them. I never should have let Reese out of the basement. I never should have gotten her involved in my family’s drama.
