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“I think you’re both underestimating our little brother here. Martin and Brent squealed like little bitches, they gave us the names of the men they knew for a fact were working with Liam. We borrowed some of Maxim's men to go round up the fuckers. He also gave us an extra ten men to watch over the women.
Connor lets go of my neck and then looks between Ronan and I. His shoulders drop in relief, and he lets out a heavy breath. I take a step toward Killian, Ronan shakes his head but I push him aside. Placing a hand on Kill’s arm.
“Kill. I knew we had Maxim’s men on her. I’d never put her or any of the women in danger. You have to believe me. Please?” He closes his eyes and takes several breaths. When he opens them again his eyes are back to their normal colour. Relief floods through me as he gives me a small nod then walks away from us toward the locker room. Connor turns to follow him, but I grab his arm stopping him.
“Con, give him a minute.” We stay outside the locker room for fifteen minutes while I fill them both in on the argument Kill and Bella had. Connor calls Alex telling her she needs to go see Bell’s to convince her to come home or at least stay with them.
We follow Killian into the locker room a few minutes later. He’s showered and ready grabbing his things from his locker, “I have to go, I promised Nora I’d take her to grab some things for the kids.” He doesn’t say anything else, just grabs his stuff and leaves.
Chapter 23
I’m so angry. I can’t believe Killian called my Dad a drunk and a thief. I know he’s right, but he’s never yelled it at me before. I take a sip of my coffee and shake my head. I get why he was so mad. I lied to him even after I promised that I would keep him in the loop. But not only did I lie to him, I had every intention of meeting my Dad and not telling Killian until after. I know he wants to keep an eye on me, I know he’s worried about something happening to us. I don’t even know why I kept it from him. Looking down I notice Alex is calling me. I scoff, I wondered how long it would be before one of them called. Letting it go to voicemail I lean back in my seat, my eyes watching people walking past going about their business all seemingly without a care in the world. I sigh when my phone rings for the fourth time. I know she’ll only keep trying until I answer, and I’m not enough of a bitch to turn it off. That really would give Killian a heart attack. I might be mad at him, but I don’t want to scare him unnecessarily. Grabbing my phone, I put my Air Pods in and answer.
“Alex?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m just having a coffee by the bridge. I’m guessing you know what’s going on?”
“I know that the guys are worried about you. Connor wants me to try and convince you to come and stay with us?”
I laugh into the phone, “I need space, Alex. No offence but I need some time alone.”
“No offence taken. I get it. But it’s not safe and you know it’s not. Please just come and stay with Connor and me. Or I can come and stay with you?”
“Look, meet me for lunch and we can talk.”
“Ok. Text me where and when, and I’ll be there.”
I hang up and text her, telling her I’ll order pick up from our favourite Italian near my office. I have a big meeting right after lunch and I could really do with making sure I’m fully prepped for it.
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“So, tell me who else we are expecting for lunch. There’s enough to feed an army here.”
I laugh as Alex breezes into my office and dumps the bags of lunch on the desk in front of us. She heads back out to the small kitchen I have in the office and returns with a couple of plates and forks. Taking a seat, she raises her eyebrows as she starts to open the bags and remove the food.
“You know me. I get hungry when I’m stressed.” I take a look at the cartons of food as she places each one on the table in front of me. Biting my lip, I look up at her. “Ok, maybe I went a little overboard.”
“A little? Bell’s this is enough food to feed the entire O’Farrell clan and still have some leftover.”
I nod, “I know. Maybe you could take the leftovers over to Mary’s later?”
She starts to put a bit of everything onto the plates, it’s only then I realise there are four plates. Gesturing to the extra plates, “I’m guessing the fact I over-ordered was a good thing? Let me guess, Liv and Cara?”
“Yup. You didn’t think I was coming here without back up did you?”
I blow out a breath, I actually did think she would come alone. I should have known better, we do tend to travel in packs. More so since the guys realised that we were all at risk. Alex hands me the plate just as Liv and Cara walk through the door. Both taking a seat and grabbing their plates of food.
We sit in relative general chat for the first ten minutes, until Alex turns to me. “Come on then. Tell us what’s going on. And then pick a house. You can’t stay alone so you have to stay with one of us.”
I shake my head and place the plate back on the table, suddenly no longer hungry. “I’m an idiot. I promised Killian that I would keep him in the loop where my Dad was concerned, But I had agreed to meet him, and I did plan on telling Killian but just after I had met with him. Only…” I play with the food on my plate feeling foolish. But I look up and see nothing but support from the girls. “Killian saw some messages from my Dad. I guess he’d been trying to call me insistently and Killian saw the caller ID when he was bringing me my phone, then decided to check my messages. I lost my shit with him going through my phone. It was stupid, but I felt stupid knowing that I had lied to him and he had caught me out.”
I reach for the bottle of water taking a sip to calm my insides. “Things got fairly heated, and I guess we both said some stupid things. He called my Dad a drunk and a thief, and before you start I know he is. But I was angry. So, I told him I needed some space and walked out. He begged me to stay at the house, he said he would stay somewhere else, but I said no and left.”
“Bells.” Alex reaches over the table and grabs my hand giving it a squeeze.
“Those men of ours are pretty possessive. Ronan is always going through my phone and my God if I talk to another guy. But they are possessive for a reason. They may do and say some stupid shit, but they love us. Those men would burn this world to the ground for us if we asked them to.”
