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I storm over to her. The beast is loose, but he won’t hurt her. I just pray he doesn’t scare her too much. “Answer me.” I growl.
“Yes.” She whispers.
“Did he tell you a name?” She shakes her head no.
“If we show you a picture, would you recognize him?” I ask. Trying to keep my tone even. She nods.
I dig out my phone, and bring up a photo of him. It only takes a second for her eyes to widen. Then she visibly swallows the lump in her throat. Her arms go across her middle to hug herself.
She nods.
I throw the phone to Luca so he can see who it is. Then I prowl the last few steps to her. To her credit she doesn’t flinch from my beast. There is no fear in her eyes. Not towards me anyway.
Luca must finally see the photo, because suddenly the room rings with a curse. “Son of a bitch!”
I latch my arms around Keira. Needing her scent in my nose. Her body close to mine.
With her held tight in my arms, we watch as Luca goes over to the bench and tosses it. It’s not a light piece of furniture but he still manages to send it ten feet. Then he moves over to the bags and starts punching, kicking, and knocking it around. There is no rhythm or purposeful combination he throws. It’s anger, rage, unadulterated hate that he is releasing.
As Luca’s tantrum begins to ebb, Keira looks up at me. “Who is he?”
“He’s dead.” Hollers Luca.
Her eyebrows clench in thought as she looks to him, then back at me. “He was Don Bosco’s Uncle and Consigliere. Until a few months ago, we didn’t know he was a traitor, or that he was working with the Cartel and the Irish.”
Keira gives me a confused look before confidently saying. “He wasn’t working with the Irish.”
“What?” Chills run down my spine.
“He wasn’t working with the Irish. Killian and his father don’t sanction business with the Cartel. They never have.”
The hair on the back of neck stand up at the sound of his name. “How the fuck do you know the heir to the Irish Mob?”
Keira bites on her lip. Looking nervous as hell. “He’s my fiancé.”
My heart stops.
She said she hadn’t been with anyone. That she only kissed one other man.
Killian. She’s fucking kissed Killian Doyle.
Suddenly the floor shakes as the echoes of a loud blast rattle my ears. Luca takes off running towards the door. Keira takes a step away from me. Her arms back around her middle, holding herself protectively. “Sounds like he’s here.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Keira
VAL RUSHES UPthe stairs. I follow and try to rush ahead of him. If it's Killian who just set off that blast, which I suspect it is, he needs to see me and know I’m okay, so they’ll stop firing.
I can't let Val or his family be hurt. If Killian has come in, guns blazing, then he must believe I am here against my will, which I was, sort of.
Shit.
Things are about to get weird, complicated, and probably more than a little violent.
The love I once had for Val, that I thought was gone, is still there. Still lingering. I don't know what that will mean for me and Killian. He’s technically my fiancé, and for his plan to work, he still needs me.
We'll need to discuss things, if I can manage to keep everyone from shooting each other first. Killian is a good man. He knows I didn’t leave Val willingly. He'll understand. I think.
