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Ava holds up a hand, cutting me off. “I don’t care about whatever bullshit line you’re about to feed me, Killian. Just remember that our family comes first.”
I can’t help the annoyance that colors my voice. “I know that.”
“I know you do. Just remember it.”
She thinks Nella is distracting me. Which… isn’t that far off. She has certainly been a nice break from my usual routine so far, but that didn’t mean I was going to completely abandon my family for some good pussy.
“I have a meeting to get to.” I walk over to the driver’s side of my car, popping the door open. “So, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Is it the arms dealer?”
I toss my key fob inside.
“Yeah, actually. Not that it matters.”
Ava nods, waving off my sour attitude.
“I’ll have some men go with you. The dealers you’re meeting like to play games. They’re known to present buyers with bad fakes from Russia.”
I snort. “Really?”
“Apparently it’s to weed out the idiots.”
I sigh and lift my leg, resting my foot on the inside rim of my car.
“Alright, send six of our guys the address. I’ll meet them over there.”
“Sure.”
I climb into the car and shut the door behind me, ignoring the weird feeling in my chest when I pull my seatbelt across my body. Ava stares at me through the windshield, a strange expression on her face that I can’t quite read.
I hate when she gives me those kinds of looks, like she knows something I don’t. She’s been doing it since we were kids, and even back then it pissed me off.
Smartass.
Pulling out of the driveway, I think that the only thing that could make this morning any sweeter is knocking some heads around.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Ihead back up to my room, feeling forlorn and disappointed.
I know Killian has his reasons for shooting me down, but I still can’t help but feel disgruntled. It isn’t like Etta would go around spilling his secrets. If anything, she’d be more relieved at seeing me alive than focusing on Killian.
For some reason, it feels like last night has changed things for us. For me, at least. I’m still not sure that he is the kind of person that I can label as ‘good’ so much as ‘not evil’ but...
Now that I have first-hand experience dealing with the enemy personally, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to feel. Did I feel fondness for him? Not exactly, but I didn’t hate him either.
When I close the door to my room, I sigh and lean against it. I need to keep myself busy while I wait for him to come back. I don’t want to risk sneaking around his townhouse again, not with Ava being here. I have a feeling she won’t be as lenient as him if she finds me snooping.
Heading across the room, I make my way over to my closet and open it up.
I suppose it’s as good a time as any to try out that knitting kit I’d found my first day here. I could at least test out the supplies while letting my mind wander for a while.
Knitting has always been my favorite way to decompress. It allows me to sit around for hours thinking, while still having something afterwards to show for it—some kind of progress that makes me feel proud of myself.
I had learned it as a little girl with my Nonna, giving me a way to help me feel close to her even after she passed away.
It's the one thing my father never mocked me for, even going so far as to buy me a pair of needles for my sixteenth birthday.
