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I used to have someone at 3AM that I could call. Now it just rings and I don’t get nothing at all
Machine Gun Kelly
Killian reached for me, pulling me to the table, set with food and flowers. Hot coffee steamed from a glass carafe and my stomach growled. I sat in the seat he had pulled out for me, enjoying this softer side to him. The side the world didn’t see, and it was quite stunning. A small smile kissed my lips. Killian caught me staring at him, my eyes gleaming. I could feel the warmth he placed inside my darkness.‘He’s not the type to keep house, Brenyn. It’s more of a hostage situation type, locked in key, afraid you will fly’Bellz’s voice warned me as she sat across from me at the table, her eyes dull. Gone was the light she once had. Her sadness mirrored my loneliness.
“But the butterflies drown out the warning signs, Bellz.”
‘Just make sure you stay clear like glass, because he needs to see behind your mask. Ask him to give you the same because at the moment, he’s pulling the strings.’Her voice broke ever so slightly.
“You wanted me to chase this, him. You told me the feeling, it was ok, Bellz. And now I’m in the butterfly garden, you’re telling me to take warning and go?” I questioned her, my best friend.
‘No I’m not. I’m saying be ready to fly home because he can’t keep something as extraordinary as you without breaking something inside himself and I don’t want it to drown you.’A small smile moved over her kips. As Killian poured me a coffee, his phone vibrated. He reached over the table snatching it up fast and hit answer winking at me.
“What.” His tone was angered, I suppose because of the interruption.
“Has something happened? Is she in danger?” I watched him as he listened trying to make out who was on the other end of the call and what they were saying. I had a funny feeling it was about me.
“What do you fucking mean she’s always in danger? And it’s part of being who she is?” He scratched his neck with his free hand. “Who the fuck is she then?” he bit out. I sipped on my coffee, black and strong. I fucking needed it.
‘They are talking about you, baby cakes.’Bellz moved, standing right next to Killian, her ear up against the phone.
“A Walsh. I know that, but what’s that got to do with her, fucking do with anything?” He turned, eyeing me. His eyes wild. Bellz moved with him like she was one with him, her eyes dancing with amusement.
‘Oh, sweet notorious Irish mafia God, how fucking stupid are you?’She laughed out and I sat there royally confused.‘Maybe you need to start doing the saving, Brenyn. He’s only just realized how fucking powerful you are and how many people out there want what you have—the power, the money, the fucking name.’I shook my head at her.
“Bellz, that’s not me. That’s all my father and uncle. You know this,” I whispered, her eyes on me.
‘Oh no, baby girl. It’s all you as of twenty-four hours ago. They left it all to you.’My eyes flew open, and I searched for my phone that was still in my fucking hand. This was why it was vibrating its tits off earlier. I thought it was my mother. Well, looking at the screen, half of it was her and the rest the law firm, my father, my uncle even my brother. It was true wasn’t it? They left it all to me. The Walsh empire. Why…. Eric was giving a statement on how the Irish mafia had stolen me for personal gain and I was missing. What the actual fuck was happening. All I wanted to do was stay up all night, get high and dance, while my body was numb, and I no longer needed to feel.
“No fucking shit. What? How? Yes, I fucking said she was my wife and yes, I may have threatened him and what?” Killian was wild, a vein in his neck popped out, anger was hot on him. I wanted to drown in it and kiss it from his lips as he screamed. Walking around the table, he leaned over me and placed his phone down on the table, Hitting speaker, he slid my phone toward his eye and started to read the press releases. How the hell was this happening. A target was now on my fucking back. One for being one of the richest and most powerful women inside Chicago and two for being labeled Killian’s wife. A gangster wanted by the FBI and who owned the streets I tried to protect. Fuck me sideways. I needed a handful of pills and a whole bottle of tequila to deal with this cluster fuck.
“Killian, you gotta get in here now. We have to do something about this. When the fuck did you marry her? That wasn’t in the plans.” Killian laughed, his lips brushed along my temple.
“I don’t need to do anything. I pay you fucking enough to do damage control and for fuck’s sake, Brian, plans change.” The guy on the other end of the call took a deep breath, contemplating what he was going to say.
“I have it taken care of. Jona is… well no, Jona and I, we are handling it.”
“The press are having a field day and, Killian, no one knows where Miss Walsh is. Last she was seen she was at a service for her friend with you at her side.” Killian picked me up and twisted me around so I was facing him.
“Yes, Brian, that’s right. I’m looking right into her fucking eyes right now about to eat her out for breakfast. Do what I pay you to do, Brian, clean the legal shit up. Me and the boys will deal with the streets.” Killian hit end call and his eyes flamed with fire, a lust so hot it burned my vision just by looking at him. “Well, well, well, Miss Walsh, looks like I didn’t have to kill your father to gain the empire after all.” An evil grin spread over his lips.
“And where’s the fun in that?” I murmured as he pressed his body into mine.
“Did you want bloodshed, little lamb?” questioning me.
“I wanted it and I will still have it.” A low groan left him. I turned him on with my darkness. We were the same. It had been four painful years of abuse with Eric and my father playing me like a fiddle. They were puppet masters, pulling me down to bow at their feet, sucking their fucking putrid cocks for a little morsel of broken self-worth and the brutal realization that I was needed but never wanted. I wanted to take from them both what they took from me—my fucking life. Father dearest gave me an unstable mother, with a sky that was never clear. It was always cloudy with her very own special brand of tears and I wanted him to pay.
“I’ve been watching you for four years now, Brenyn, and I know that they both should have been taken care of already. I promise you, right here and now, I will fucking do it and it will be beautiful.” His words turned me on. They had my body moving deeper into him as his arms, resting flat on the table, caged me in.
“I would never let anything happen to you, you’re now mine. Even if you wanna fight it, you’re my wife in their eyes and they all think that means more power to take by giving you what they have. But they really just made us an enemy by thinking that by killing you or me, they will become more than what they are. They won’t. I will make sure they bleed at your feet, little lamb.”
I looked him dead in the eyes and spoke with conviction. “If you don’t put a fucking bullet in their heads, I will. And I mean every last word, Killian.”
“Fuck me, Brenyn. We gotta go down to the club but I’ve never wanted to fuck someone as much as you right now.” I leaned back over the table wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him into me. “Then why don’t you... The shit show that is the world we live in can wait.”
