Page 6 of Killian (The Doherty Mafia)
Why?
Why was she even trying?
She had nowhere to go.
I ran after her at breakneck speed, catching up with her in a few minutes. She cried out for help when I grabbed her from behind, bringing us both crashing to the ground.
We rolled in each other's arms. Her body pressed to mine. She was underneath me. I could feel every inch of her. Every curve.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled.
Her breath was on my face. My hands were on her hips. I had her pinned to the ground with the force of every muscle of my body. A few more minutes of this, and I knew I would genuinely crush her.
She was panting, out of breath from her attempt to run away. It was actually a little amusing—the fact that she thought she could actually run from me.
“Please, just take me back home. I just want to go home,” she whispered breathlessly.
“Are you crazy? You think this is going to go down well with your stepfather? That he’s going to welcome you in with open arms?”
That shut her up.
Reese stared up at me. The moonlight shone on her face, casting her in an unearthly silvery glow.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. What are you going to do to me?” she asked.
“I am the only chance you have of making out of this alive,” I said.
She said nothing.
When I was sure she wasn’t going to try and run again, I stood up. I even held out a hand to help her up.
The thing was—I hadn’t yet decided if I was going to let her live or not. It would be much easier to off her. That would make for a more believable story when I had to answer my father’s questions.
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Reese
He brought me to his house, which looked like it was in the middle of nowhere. We didn’t have to walk far out of the woods to get here.
Now I understood why Killian had chosen that exact moment to create the distraction in the car. He knew we wouldn’t have to go too far to get to his house.
He kept a close eye on me the whole time, and I knew I wasn’t getting very far if I tried to run. I’d tried that once already and it ended with me being pinned to the ground underneath his big muscular body.
If I wasn’t so miserable and scared for my future; I might have been able to appreciate his body a little more.
Unlike his uncle, this guy definitely knew how to take care of himself.
Once we were inside, Killian shut the door and locked it. Like he wanted to drive home the fact that there was no escape for me.
I stared at him, like, now what?
“You’re coming to the basement,” he said.
“Are you just going to keep me locked up in there? If you’re going to imprison me, why didn’t you just let me go with him? Why did you even bother freeing me?” I tried not to cry. My voice betrayed the tears I held back.
Killian headed down the hallway, stopping and turning to face me. His dark eyes burned with fury, and it was the first time since I met him that it really hit me—he was a dangerous man. More dangerous than my first impression of him.
“What makes you think I freed you for the sake of your independence?” he asked. His voice was deep and dark.
Then why else did he do it?
“Killian, please. Tell me what I can do to change your mind? I don’t want to be locked up.” I begged him.
He just turned and walked to the end of the hallway. He unlocked a door that led to steps down to the basement.
“I have to do what I have to do to keep you here,” he said without turning to me.
I heard it in his voice—I wasn’t going to be able to convince him. He wasn’t a man who could be swayed. I didn’t know what his price was.
I had no choice but to follow him to the basement.
I just had to come up with a different plan. I wasn’t planning on giving up yet.
* * *
Alone in the basement, which had no source of natural light, and reeked of dampness, the only thought running through my head was how I’d managed to find myself in the same situation all over again.
This time too—it was Aldo who did this to me.
When Charlie…died, I’d convinced myself I would never be weak again.
I would never put myself in a position where Aldo could use me again. I knew I had no choice but to live in his house, follow his commands, be quiet and meek in his presence. But that didn’t mean I had to comply. At the first sense of danger, I should have ran away.
