Page 3 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
Outside, the others stood, talking loudly and shaking hands. Aldo had given me away and I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again, but he didn’t give a shit. He didn’t even look at me.
The man with the dark eyes came forward, gripping my elbow tightly. I’d been assigned to him. His touch calmed me and I looked up at him pleadingly.
I hadn’t heard him speak yet. I didn’t know what he sounded like, but looking into his eyes was the only thing that kept me standing. Stopping me from collapsing straight to the ground.
I looked back at Connor who was talking to my stepfather. They were deep in conversation about something I couldn’t hear. I noticed the way he’d brushed his thinning hair over the top of his balding head. It was the face I’d be staring up at night while he stretched himself over me. While he fucked me. Impregnated me.
My flesh prickled with goosebumps, and another wave of desperation washed over me.
What else would he do to me tonight? Hit me? Hurt me? Aldo had signed me over to this man, to do with me as he pleased.
The man whose hand was on my arm, tugging me gently in the direction of a waiting car.
“Help me,” I hissed at him frantically, on the verge of tears. “You have to help me, now. Please. Let me go.”
I searched his brown eyes. He clenched his jaws and breathed in deeply. His grip on my arm didn’t weaken and that’s when I knew it wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to help me and my fate was sealed.
I had misjudged him.
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He grabbed me by both my arms and shoved me into the backseat of the car roughly. I was grossly mistaken about this man. What made me think he was on my side? He was one of them.
Just because he was handsome and stared at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off, didn’t mean he was willing to help me. I meant nothing to him. Just like I meant nothing to the rest of them either.
I cried out, trying to crawl away from him to the other end of the seat, but he grabbed me by my ankles, pulling me back towards him.
“Do you fuckin’ realize what you just asked me to do? You want me to help you get away?” he growled.
My throat was dry, I couldn’t breathe. I watched as he pulled out a Zip Tie from the pocket of his pants. What was that for?
Over his shoulders, I could see Connor still talking to Aldo at the front of the house.
“Look at me. Look at me!” the man growled.
I had no choice but to stare into his eyes again.
“That guy is my uncle, do you understand what I’m saying? We’re family. Helping you escape is like writing my own death sentence.”
He spoke as he snapped the Zip Tie over my wrists, holding them tightly together with his big strong hands.
Wait. So he wasn’t not helping me because he didn’t want to. He wasn’t helping me because he couldn’t. But because he knew we would both die trying to get away?
What did that mean? That he was sympathetic to me? That he knew what kind of danger I was in, wishing he could help?
The Zip Tie was tightly secured around my wrists now.
“You shouldn’t have said that, you know. You shouldn’t have fuckin’ asked me for help. I wouldn’t have had to do this,” he continued.
His voice was as deep and sexy as his eyes were. My gaze danced over his sharp jaws, the pointedness of his nose, the fullness of his kissable lips. Why was I attracted to this man who was holding me captive, keeping me imprisoned in the back of this car?
“I had to try. I had to say something,” I spoke in a whisper.
He grunted, straightening himself up.
“Fair enough,” he said, slamming the door.
Connor approached the car and I curled into the backseat. My eyes filled with tears again. The car heaved and sank when he threw himself into the front seat.
“All cozy back there, sweetheart?” he asked with a sheepish smile.
He’d seen the Zip Tie on my wrists. He could see the expression of utter fear on my face. He knew what this was about.
“Killian. Get the fuck in!” he shouted out the window.
Killian. The man I wished I hadn’t spoken to. He got in beside me in the backseat and I moved as far away from him as I could. This was a nightmare I couldn’t escape from. It wasn’t a dream anybody could wake me from.
“You’re going to your new home, sweetheart,” Connor said, eyeing me up in the rearview mirror as he started the car.
A low cry of despair escaped my lips because I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
