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“How am I ever supposed to trust you, Killian?” I asked. “You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you,” he denied.
“Omitting is the same as lying,” I argued.
“Then you lied to me, too,” he shot back, and I knew that he was referring to not telling him about Lennon and Kenneth Thomas. Plus, I was fully aware that I was still harboring Maddox’s secret and why my attackers hadn’t been safely locked up in protective custody.
I ran a hand through my hair, more tired than I’d been in a long time. “I just need some time, Kill-”
“No,” he bit out. “You don’t get any more time away from me, Posie. If I give you time to think things through, you’re going to take the easy route, and I can’t let that happen. There’s no fucking way that I’m going to give you time to round up the troops to build a bigger wall between us.”
“Killian-”
“Tell me that you don’t love me,” he demanded, and my entire chest ached with his demand. “Tell me that you don’t love me, and I’ll…I’ll do my best to try to figure something else. Just say the words and you’ll never hear from me again.”
I wanted so badly to say them and go back to living predictably.
However, I wasn’t a coward.
“I can’t,” I admitted softly.
“Then I suggest that you get ready, Posie,” he said. “Because I’m coming for you.”
Chapter 32
Killian~
I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew that I couldn’t just let Posie walk away, no matter what happened next. So, armed with a plan that wasn’t really a plan at all, I had called out of work, stating a family emergency, and I wasn’t going to go back until shit between me and Posie was squared away.
I’d thought about everything that Ellie had said, and though selfish as fuck, Posie was worth fighting for. No matter how many Marlows, Reeds, McCellans, and McIntires descended on my doorstep, Posie Tinley was worth it.
Glancing around my room, I was packed enough for a week, but I hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. I wasn’t sure if my mental stability could handle another week without Posie. I felt like I was losing my fucking mind, and if I thought drugs were bad for me, they were nothing compared to the feeling of losing the love of your life.
Satisfied that I had everything that I needed, I grabbed my phone off the dresser, then dialed one of the few people on the planet that could help me.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite philanthropist,” Ria answered.
“I need your help,” I replied, foregoing any greetings.
“Sure,” she answered easily. “What do you need?”
“Posie’s in Port Lucia and I need you or Vincent to find her for me,” I demanded rudely. “Or…hell, whoever it is that finds people for you guys. I need them to find Posie for me.”
Ria was quiet for a second before she said, “I’m going to need more than that, Killian. If she were anybody else, I wouldn’t care about the details. However, she’s not anyone else, and because she’s not anyone else, I need to know what’s going on before we make a move to help you find her. I’m not about to piss off Ramsey Reed Sr. without knowing why.”
Letting out a heavy sigh, I quickly ran her through the last few days, and I didn’t leave anything out. Even if the Benettis didn’t value loyalty like their life’s blood, it was a shitty thing to lie to people that you were asking help from. I was very aware that things could get sticky, and it was only right that Saveria also knew it before deciding to help me.
“So, you want to find her location to…what? Drag her back home?” she asked.
“Yep,” I answered her honestly.
“And you think that her family is going to allow that?”
“I don’t care, Ria,” I told her. “I can’t let it end like this. Hell, I can’t let it end period. She said that she loved me, and…I think that she’s just scared. Hope is a scary fucking thing.”
“Don’t I know it,” she agreed. “When you see hope finally leaving a person’s eyes, it’s quite a thing to witness.”
I knew exactly what she was referring to. Though I had no problem killing people, I didn’t kill for a living. No matter how many monsters I killed, I had no doubt that Saveria’s count would always be higher than mine. It didn’t matter that she was a mother and had a husband that would end the world for her. No amount of soap would ever clean that woman’s hands well enough to get her into Heaven.
