Page 4 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
“Shut the fuck up, bitch. You better start acting grateful by the time we get there, by the time this night really begins,” he roared. His tone had changed all of a sudden and I realized there were many sides to this man I was going to be married to. Sides to him that would hurt me and keep me under his foot.
The car started and I looked out the window at Aldo’s house for the last time.
When I was younger, I was naive enough to think I would be happy when this day came.
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When I was younger, there were a lot of things I was naive about. I was a kid when my mom married Aldo Baron and I hadn’t been inundated into the life yet. The life I was going to lead.
He was cruel and controlling, slowly draining the life force out of my mother every day.
At first I was mad at her. I was mad at how controlling my new stepfather was. But we were rich. We lived in a swanky big mansion. I was a teenager who assumed the world was my oyster and that some day, I’d be able to escape him and this life.
I was wrong about everything.
There was no escape. I had no choice. My life wasn’t my own anymore. The wealth and luxury that Aldo lived in, didn’t belong to me. Every aspect of my life, like my mother’s, was going to be controlled by him. I had nobody to turn to for help, least of all my mother who was slowly slipping away from me and the world.
I pressed my eyes closed in the backseat of the car that was taking me away from all that. Taking me to a new life that was going to be even worse. Worse than the life Aldo had given me all these years?
I’d never imagined it, but now I was afraid Connor Doherty would be capable of far worse atrocities than my stepfather was. He would use and abuse me sexually. He would make my life hurt in every way possible and I wouldn’t be able to run away.
I could hear him breathing heavily in the front seat, while Killian sat silently beside me, smoking another cigarette.
I gulped my own tears, not because I didn’t want to appear weak. These men knew exactly how powerless I was. I couldn’t fake it.
I didn’t want them to see me cry because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. Like Connor said, I would have to start working on trying to appear grateful to him. Maybe that was the only way I could survive this.
But the big question was—why did I need to survive? There was no hope in my horizon.
Three
Killian
From the moment this girl walked into the room, I wanted to rip her clothes off and stare at every bare inch of her body.
She was a short girl with real curves. Hips made for a man to hold on to. Long shiny brown hair with hints of honey. Big hazel eyes that were constantly on the verge of spilling tears. She had chunky lips that created the illusion that her mouth was always parted. Her cheeks flushed a deep red at the slightest hint of fear or embarrassment. This girl was afraid of meeting anybody’s eyes. For some reason, she met mine.
It was obvious she was being forced to marry my uncle, Connor. Her father—or rather, stepfather—wasn’t a man who’d exactly kept her in the loop. When she walked into the room, she had no idea she was going to be walking out engaged to be married to a man she’d never met before.
And to the fat prick, Connor, of all fuckin’ people.
Even though it didn’t affect my life either way, I had to admit I felt sorry for the poor chick. She had no idea what she was getting into by being sentenced to spend the rest of her life with my uncle.
Or maybe she did have an idea.
She begged me to help her escape. Maybe she wasn’t a naive little wide-eyed duck after all.
In the privacy of my thoughts, I had to admit I was tempted.
I’d heard rumors about the kind of shit Connor got up to with women. He’d been married twice before, and both his wives had mysteriously disappeared. This poor girl was destined to be his third and I had a pretty good idea what her future was going to look like.
Old habits die hard.
She was a pretty young thing. More than pretty; she was beautiful, and scared. There was no way she would know how to survive being married to a rotten bastard like him.
I had to fasten the Zip Tie around her wrists because I couldn’t let her escape. I couldn’t let her try anything stupid. That kind of shit was going to get her into even more serious trouble than she could predict.
