Killian POV
"Boss, we are all set," I hear Theo say behind me. I turn around to face him, and he smiles as he walks towards me, his shirt covered in blood. Theo is a sick bastard, and he takes pleasure in torturing people. It makes him hard to see blood and the begging for their lives. I feel bad for the girls he has sex with.
I shake my head as he cleans his hands on his jeans. "Where's Elliot?" I ask, and he shrugs, looking around at the dead bodies all spread around me.
"Fuck, what happened here?" he asks, and now it is my turn to smile. He looks at me with his eyes glowing as I point at a chair at the end of the room. I have captured one of the bastards that tried to kill me today.
"Shall we find out?" I ask, and he smiles, walking towards the guy. He is shaking, his eyes on the floor, and Theo bends in front of him to be at eye level. He is resting his hand on the guy's shoulder.
"Hello there," he says, flashing a smile. I rest my back against the wall as Theo starts to ask all the questions I want answers to. And that's when Elliot walks in.
"What the fuck? I left for five minutes, " he says as he stands beside me. I shrug my shoulders, and he looks around the room.
"Who tried to kill you?" he asks, and I point at Theo, and Elliot nods his head understanding what I mean. I have a vague idea of who it could've been. I think the fucking Russians are behind all of this. But there's only one way to find out, and Theo takes care of it. Once he is done, and the dead body is left on the floor, he walks to me and confirms my suspicions. "It was the bloody Russians. The bastards are getting close. Kill, " Theo says, and I nod. I pushed myself away from the wall and walked out of the abandoned factory where we were supposed to receive the merchandise.
"It was a fucking setup," Elliot says, and I nod my head. We lost a few of our guys, around seven or eight. As I stand outside, crossing my arms, Elliot grabs some petrol and starts pouring everywhere inside and then outside.
"Let's start a bonfire," he says as he flips his zippo and throws it setting fire to the entire thing.
"Keep an eye on things. If the firefighters arrive, keep them out, bribe them, find a way, I need this to be forgotten, no bodies to be found or investigated", I bark at two of my men as they nod their heads. Theo sits in the driver seat inside the black SUV, and I sit next to him with Elliot behind, holding onto his tablet.
"No one will be around to see this burn," Elliot says, and then an explosion is felt right after Theo starts driving. "Fucking hell," Elliot lets out through greeted teeth.
"Where to?" Theo asks, and I look at him.
"I need a drink," I let out, and he smiles and nods. "I could use some ass," he says, and Elliot agrees. For fuck sake, these idiots don't think about anything else but pussy. It's impossible to keep them satisfied.
"You need to fucking change first," I bark, and Theo looks down at his previously white shirt and grins.
"I had some fun," he says, and I look at him shaking my head. Theo drives us to our safe house. I immediately disappear into my office. As soon as I close the door, I walk to my mini-bar and pour myself a full glass of whiskey. I sit on my leather chair behind my desk and put the tumbler down. Passing my hands through my hair and opening my laptop.
I start reading and replying to emails when there's a knock on my door. "Come in," I let out, drinking the last of the contents of my tumbler.
"Shall we go party?" Elliot asks, and I raise my head, nodding it. I stand up, shut my laptop, and walk out behind him. Not long after, we are in one of my clubs. The boys walk straight to the dance floor to find their victims while I sit at the bar.
"The usual boss?" The bartender asks, and I nod without even looking at him. I am not in the mood for a conversation today. I just want to drink and blow off some steam. I haven't told my uncle what happened yet. Bobby is the leader of the Irish Mob. I am the next in line, and I have spent my entire life training for this position. My dad was killed in action, and my uncle took over when I was still a child. My mother dies of a broken heart, leaving me an orphan at the age of ten. I barely remember my dad. But I remember her, her smile and her blue eyes.
I empty the content of my glass and slight it against the bar asking for another one, and automatically it is refilled as I look around the dance floor. My eyes roamed around the crowd as the smell of alcohol and sweat invaded my nostrils. That's when I see her. The most beautiful woman my eyes have ever laid on. She is curvy and sexy, with long light brown hair and amazing green eyes. Her body moved and swayed to the rhythm of the music. Automatically I feel my mouth dry, and my entire body reacts to her body. She smiles, looking at the group of people surrounding her as they dance.
I observe them as they move toward the tables in the back and call the bartender. "Have you ever seen that girl here before?" I ask as I point in the direction she went. He shakes his head as he looks at her.
"Never seen her here, boss," He says, and I nod my head. I need to find out more about that Goddess. I told the bartender to prepare another drink for her and told the waitress it was from me. Once she reaches her table, she puts the cocktail glass in front of the wrong girl, and I frown. For fuck sake. Everyone is fucking idiot. As the waitress points at me, my Goddess's eyes lock on mine, and her face goes bright red. I stand up and walk to the table as the girl smiles.
"Hi," I say as I arrive, looking into the green eyes that have me lost. I have never seen anything like this. She is beautiful, with curves and big breasts, and a big ass. Her thighs will be wonderful ear muffs covering my ears when I get between them.
"Hi," she replies, and the other girl smiles, "Thanks for the drink," she says, and I look at her and nod my head. Too bad the waitress is a fucking idiot and gave it to the wrong girl.
"Would you like to dance?" I ask, and my Goddess's eyes lock on mine, and she frowns, looking between her friend and me. The two guys standing next to them smile, and one of them gives her a little push. The other girl's face drops, and she looks at me in horror, but I ignore her. I want nothing to do with her, and I want her friend.
"I am sorry, I don't…" she starts, but her friend interrupts her, "She would love to," he says, and she looks at him, shocked. I offer her my hand, and I see the hesitation on her face as she grabs my hand. As soon as her skin touches mine, it sends a jolt of pleasure down my body that make my cock wake up from his long sleep. I can't remember the last time I was turned on by someone.
I guide her towards the dance floor, and she stands a couple of steps away from me, but I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her towards me. She gasps as if she wasn't expecting this from me, and she rests both her hands on my chest as we start dancing together, her body rubbing against mine, and I close my eyes as I bend and inhale her scent.
"What's your name?" I whisper in her ear, and she raises her head to look up at me. I tower over her as she is a lot smaller than me, but fuck me, she is beautiful.
Ashley POV “What’s your name?” the handsome stranger asks, and I smile, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. His thick Irish accent flowed from his mouth. I lick my lips. “Ashley, but my friends call me Ash, " I blurt out, and he smiles, making my core shake. I shake my head slightly and remind myself that I have a boyfriend and I shouldn’t be dancing with a stranger. “I’m Killian,” he says, and I repeat his name out loud, “Killian.” He smiles and pulls me closer to him, turning me around and making my back rub against his front. I can feel his junk rubbing against my ass, and that makes me feel things. Things I shouldn’t be thinking. I turn around, facing him, and shake my head, looking into his eyes, and without another word, I start moving fast between the dancing bodies getting away from him. “Hey, lass,” I hear his voice calling from behind me, but I ignore him and walk straight into the ladies' room, slamming the door behind me. I take a deep breath resting my back agai
Killian POV “Do you have the folders I asked you about?” I ask Elliot, and he nods his head passing me a black folder over my desk. Immediately I open it and pull the stack of papers out of it and start reading. “Who’s the lass?”, Elliot asks, and I look at him for a split second and then continue reading about her. Elliot is seating on the other side of the desk eyeing me up when Theo walks in without knocking. “We have a problem”, Theo says as he sits next to Elliot, and looks between us raising his eyebrows. “What happened?”, Elliot asks straight away while I put the bunch of papers down not really believing what I am reading. “Well?”, I let out, and he looks at me. “That bastard from the Italians wants a meeting with you”, Theo says and I nod my head slightly. That’s not happening. I am not falling for another ambush. I look down at the papers again and a photo of Ashley smiling appears between the papers. I hold it up in front of my eyes. Theo notices the photo and rips it
Ashley POVI have been avoiding Tobias the last couple of days, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I can't seem to let go of those blue eyes. And Beth wants to go out again tonight as it is Saturday and none of us work Sundays. I try to make myself look presentable in front of the mirror, but since that night, I haven't been able to feel sexy. I feel like everyone is just trying to make fun of me.I hear my doorbell, and I open the door knowing perfectly well that Beth will be straddling in, looking like a model while I look like an Orca in this black and white dress that does nothing for my figure. I put on some light lipstick and smile as Beth enters my house."What the fuck are you wearing?" she asks as she looks at me from head to toe. I look at my body and shake my head. "It's the only thing that will cover my body," I reply, and she shakes her head. "Bullshit," she snarks at me as she walks into my closet and pulls out a short black dress. I look at it and shake m
Killian POV “Kill, we have a situation at the Club that needs your attention,” Elliot says, and I raise my eyes at him as I close my laptop. “Talk to me,” I say as I grab my gun and the rest of my personal belongings. He follows me out of the room, and we walk down the corridor where Theo is already waiting for us. His face is dark. I frown, looking at him, and he shakes his head. “Girl problem,” Elliot whispers, and I look back at Theo, that is shooting daggers at Elliot’s back through his eyes. I shake my head as I push away the memory of Ashley’s body pressed against mine while we danced. We get into the SUV, and Theo starts driving. He is driving like a fucking maniac. “What the fuck”, Elliot moans in the back seat as Theo speeds through the streets of New York. “Calm down, lad,” I whisper, and he looks at me with blazing eyes. I have never seen him like this. He shakes his head and focuses on the road in front of him again. “Are you going to tell us what happened?” I ask
Ashley POV “Stay here, Angel. There are some saltines and water on the mini-fridge”, Killian says, and I nod my head as I lay down on the leather couch. The cold surface sends a chill down my spine. Killian walks away and leaves me alone. I look around the room and find it very intimidating. It’s all dark wood and has sharp edges with leather. I feel my stomach twisting again, so I stand up, and almost losing my balance, I walk to the mini-fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I open the cap and drink a little, deciding I want to find Beth. I shouldn’t be here alone with Killian. I open the door and slowly walk down the stairs to realize the music has stopped playing. I get to the bottom of the stairs and can’t believe what I see right in front of me. I let out a gasp, and both my hands fly, covering my mouth as I see Tobias pointing a gun at Killian and vice versa. Why are they pointing guns at each other? “Babe, walk to me,” I hear Tobias say slowly with his eyes glued on Killian
Killian POV As soon as I slam my hand against the wall leaving a mark, I regret it. The shooting pain up my arm makes me close my eyes as I take a deep breath through my nose. "What the fuck was that, mate?" Theo asks, and I ignore his question walking towards the kitchen and opening the freezer. "Who used the last of the ice and didn't replace it?" I bark out loud as Theo and Elliot sit at the kitchen island, looking at me in disbelief. I grab a bag of frozen peas and put it on top of my hand. I rest my ass against the kitchen sink while Theo and Elliot wait for me to explode. "What," I ask in annoyance. They both look at me as if I am an alien. Great. I think I broke them. I look at them and can almost see the wheels turning in their heads. "So? How are we going to do this?" Theo asks, and I let my head hang. I really don't know. I want her away from that guy, he is bad news, not that I am much better, but I would never let her get into dangerous situations like he is always l
Ashley POV I look at myself in the mirror in horror. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I have no clue how I ended up in the middle of this mafia war. And now, because of this, I am being forced to marry Tobias. I shake my head, looking at my image in the mirror. My under eyes are dark, and I have a small cut on the right side of my lip. I never thought Tobias would be the kind of man to touch a woman, but hey, how mistakes I was. To make things even worse, he is not letting me see my friends or contact anyone. I don’t want to marry him. I thought I was involved with him. Yes, I maybe thought about this day once or twice since the day I met him. But I never imagined being made captive and forced into marriage. There’s a knock on the door, and I look back as it opens, and I see Beth, her head peaking into the room. I run to the door and slam it open, pushing her inside as she wraps her arms around my body, as I cry on her shoulder. “Shhhh, everything is going to be okay,” she
Killian POV “Are we all ready to go?”, I look around the room while Theo and Elliot finish doing their ties. They look at me nodding their heads as Bobby opens the door and walks in. I look at him, as the head of the family he was invited with me to the wedding. We RSVP’d saying that Theo and Elliot would go with us but we Never got a response back. Bobby is holding his cane as he walks. He struggles walking lately and he looks old, I am afraid that he makes us look weak but we can’t replace him. We all follow him out of the room and towards the garage where our SUV awaits. Theo gets into the driver seat and Elliot sits in the front seat next to Theo while uncle and I sit in the back. We have another two SUV’s following us, one in the front and one in the back. I said we shouldn’t be sitting in the same car but Bobby thinks its nonsense because no-one will attempt anything today. Today is an important day for the Italians and everyone knows its to stay quiet and calm, no attacks.