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“Katrina,” he says after a beat, “She was my sister.”
It takes a lot more pacing and questions, but I do get the story out of him. Apparently, he didn’t know his half-sister had started working at the strip club, only found out after he got a call from their mother.
“She was found fucking raped and dead in the back alley of the club, but the cops refused to do anything about it,” he spits. “It didn’t take long before I realized they were covering something. Since Katrina and I have different last names, I managed to get a job and have been trying to figure out what happened since.”
“What else?” I ask, not convinced by his story. It’s heartbreaking stuff, not the first time I’ve heard such things. I’m hardly surprised I’m not the only one. But I’ve been doing this shit way too long to be sold on half a story.
His jaw is set, his eyes tense as they bore into mine. I see the moment he makes a decision.
“I told you. To find out what happened to Katrina.”
“And then what? You said yourself, you know what happened,” I challenge.
His eyes narrow and I see a familiar fire in his eyes. “Then I take those motherfuckers down, one way or another.”
I consider him evenly.
“You said you’ve worked here for almost a year,” I reply, leaving it with that rather than ask the question:What the fuck have you been doing this whole time?
His jaw tightens further and his fists clench.
“You said if I told you, you’d tell me, and I did. Your turn. What are you really doing at Eternity?”
The corner of my lip turns up. Despite all the instincts in me telling me to turn back, not to go down this path, I can’t deny the appeal of having a partner in crime. Especially one as delicious as Killian. At this point, I don’t think I have much of a choice.
He did see me with Serg, even if he hasn’t indicated he understands it was intentional. I mentally shrug.Say it, the little voice says,just say it.
“I’m here to kill all those motherfuckers and make them pay for what they did.”
Killian blinks once, twice, before bursting out laughing. I cross my arms.
“Fuck you, buddy. At least I haven't been sitting around for a year with my thumb in my ass serving drinks to the fuckers.”
His laughter dies, and he turns to me.
“At least I didn’t fuck them,” he accuses, and my eyes widen, my hand reaching out to slap him before I can stop it. A red mark appears on his cheek, but he doesn’t flinch, his face only hardens.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, “You clearly don’t have the fucking balls to do what needs to be done, so stay the fuck out of my way.”
I start to turn, but before I can, his hand is around my throat as he pushes me back to the wall. His chest heaves as he stands over me, and despite the fact I could get out of this hold easily, I don’t. I bite my lip, aware that it’s a bit fucked up that I’m turned on as hell right now.
“You have no idea who these men are,” he says in a low voice. I raise a brow and decide to take a gamble.
“Oh, the Iron Elite, you mean?” I toss the name out and his eyes widen a notch. His hand drops, releasing me.
“You know and you’re still stupid enough… What the fuck, woman!”
I roll my eyes. “Big fucking deal, so they’re part of some fucking boys’ club.”
Killian lets out a humorless laugh. “Boys’ club? What exactly do you know about the Iron Elite?”
I bristle a bit at the condescending tone and consider making him leave again, but I can’t deny my curiosity is piqued. And the more information I can get, the better. There are only whispers of the Iron Elite, and if Killian can tell me more….
“Like I said, some kind of boys’ club, secret organization. All I know is they all seem to have money and apparently, the initiation involves the blood of a whore. That’s all I need to know.”
He shakes his head. “Oh, the Iron Elite is much more than that. I’m surprised you got this far without figuring that out.”
I frown.
