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I keep my eyes on his. “Am I going to like what I see when I look at what you’ve dropped?”
“Depends,” he says, and for the first time since he interrupted my sleep, I see a slight shift back to the Killian I have come to know. His top lip curls up in a smirk. “You like blood?”
I sigh, breaking eye contact and looking down to the floor. A long and sharp military style knife stares back at me with dried blood crusting over the handle and blade. I mentally count to three in my head.
One, I don’t know what Killian does for Kiznitch or Mayhem, but I have heard stories of what the Four Fathers and Brothers do.
Two, someone is very hurt tonight, and it isn’t Killian.
Three, he came to me and not Maya.
I lean down, picking the knife up from the floor. I take his hand in mine and lead him into my room. Shoving him onto my bed, he remains silent as he watches me move around the room.
I turn the bedside lamp on quickly, before making my way into the bathroom, dropping the knife into the sink and turning on the faucet. “Jesus.”
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I’m scrubbing off the blood with soap when I feel his arm wrap around my belly. He drops his lips to the crook of my neck. “Turn around.”
I do, slowly turning to face him. His tongue sneaks out and dampens his bottom lip. “I killed someone tonight.”
Okay clearly, I’m going to have to up my count.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five.
“Okay. Why are you telling me this?” I tilt my head so that I can look up at him.
He leans down and runs his lips over mine. “Because I killed for you.” He presses a kiss against my mouth. “You gonna ask why? Or you gonna be a good little girl and not ask questions that I can’t tell you the answers to?”
I bring my hand up to his chest, forcing him away to give myself some distance.
He chuckles. “Are you even Kiznitch?”
I close my eyes, ignoring his words. “Who did you kill tonight?”
When my eyes open again, he’s staring down at me. His energy alone is eating up the space between us.
My heart thunders in my chest.
“Someone who wanted to hurt you.”
I freeze. “Do I know this someone?”
Killian laughs, shaking his head. “Not sure. But had you not left me unattended back at Mayhem, maybe I wouldn’t have had so much pent up anger, and then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have made a fucking mess.” He looks down at his chest.
“I don’t understand why someone would want to hurt me.” I think over Hope’s crazy call about me being in Kiznitch.
Killian exhales, stepping forward and running his nose down the bridge of mine. “We’re still trying to figure it out, but they want you. Bad.”
I suck in a deep breath. “So why did you kill him?”
He holds my stare. “Because I want you more.”
I bring my hand up to the side of his cheek, then run my thumb down his bottom lip. Leaning forward, I bring my lips to his.
He groans, his arm hooking around my back, pulling me into him more. “I need to bury myself in you right now.”
Morning light shines through the bedroom curtains as the sun begins to rise. Killian’s heavy arm is locked around me securely as I try to shuffle up from bed. I’m not a big hugger, especially since Killian is a walking, talking heater in his sleep.
Someone knocks on my door. “Kill, get out here,” King’s voice bellows from the other side.
Killian groans, rolling to his back. I flip over and rest my head on the palm of my hand, looking over “just woke” Killian.
“It’s not fair you look cute when you wake up.”
Killian smirks, licking his lips and shoving me backward onto my back while resting between my legs. He grinds into me. “I’m always this cute.”
“Really?” I reach for my phone, snapping it to selfie mode. He bites down on my jaw as I snap the photo from the side. I study it closely. For the first time I see what everyone else sees when they look at us.
The door swings open behind us and Killian growls, dropping his head onto my shoulder.
“I hate to break up this fiasco, but Delila is waiting for us downstairs and she’s not in a good mood.”
He bites the flesh on my neck and tugs backward before jackknifing up out of bed. “Fine, I’m coming.”
Biting a cigarette into my mouth, I follow King down the long corridor, blazing it up between each step.
“You and Sass?” King asks, smirking.
“Are just fucking around.” I blow out a cloud of smoke.
King snickers. “Yeah, until she gets hurt because you’ve decided you’re bored with the little doll and you want a new one.”
