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Chapter 2

مؤلف: Peachy
Killian didn't come home that night.

Next morning. I was drinking coffee. The front door opened.

Same suit as yesterday. But something was different. A strange vanilla lotion smell on him.

Not my brand. We never had vanilla in this house. I'm allergic to those oils. Killian knew that better than anyone.

He walked over. Leaned in to kiss my forehead like always. He stopped when he saw my cold eyes. Panic flashed in his face. Guilt too. Then he rested his chin on my shoulder. His breath smelled sweet and sickening.

"Busy at the docks. Too late to come home." He sounded casual. "Don't work too hard. You look pale."

I just hummed. I didn't say a word.

"I need a shower." He stood up. Hiding his eyes. "I smell like work. Don't want to get it on you."

I took a napkin. Wiped the sick smell off my shoulder.

My phone buzzed. Red alert on the family channel. Underground clinic. VIP room. Emergency.

I grabbed my med kit and ran.

The clinic door was wide open. Sharp chemical smell hit me.

Marcus. A Rossi Capo. Dead on the floor. Purple face. Deep blue lips.

Brielle sat in the corner. Hugging her knees. Shaking. Crying like a wilted flower.

I crouched to check his pupils. Fast footsteps behind me.

"Brielle!"

Killian. Sounding so panicked. I never heard him like that.

He rushed in. Stepped right over the dead body. Pulled Brielle into his arms.

"It's okay. I'm here. Don't be scared." He stroked her hair. So gentle. Like she was glass.

Brielle's brother died for Killian last month. Took a dozen bullets. Turned to meat. Killian was chained by that debt. Protecting Brielle was his duty now. But the tender look in his eyes? It still cut me deep.

A guard noticed me. "Boss. Dr. Pierce is here too..."

Killian's arms loosened just a bit. He snapped his head toward me. Hidden panic.

But Brielle wailed louder. He held her tight again. He looked away, forcing his eyes to go cold.

I put my gloves on. Kept checking. My voice was flat. "Pinned pupils. Blue lips. Mixed drug overdose causing respiratory failure. Dead for under forty minutes."

"Change it to cardiac arrest. Nothing to do with drugs." Killian cut me off. An absolute order.

I looked up. "The Family cleaner handles the body. We don't just fake medical logs."

"Valerie." He growled. A naked warning.

I ignored him. Packed my kit and left.

Six hours later. The tox screen was on my desk. Succinylcholine and fentanyl mixed injection. Perfectly calculated dose. Lethal in forty minutes. No obvious track marks.

Administered by: Brielle Hayes.

I just stepped into our apartment. A hand slammed me against the wall.

"What are you trying to do?" Killian's face was inches from mine. Eyes bloodshot.

"Doing my job."

"She's a pro. Three years on the job. Zero mistakes!" He gritted his teeth. "Are you jealous of her? Did you fake the report to frame her?"

I stared right back. Word by word. "A perfect medic? Making a rookie mistake an intern wouldn't make? Think about it, Killian. Does that make sense?"

His pupils shrank. "What are you hinting at?"

"I'm not hinting. I'm stating medical facts."

"Shut up!" he roared. Agony and conflict in his eyes. He didn't want to doubt Brielle. He didn't want to believe I framed her either. He let go. Turned to his guards. Voice hoarse. "Take her to the clinic break room! Let her cool off! No one lets her out without my word!"

My heart dropped.

Two guards dragged me away. Down to the clinic. But we didn't stop at the break room. We stopped at the sterilization chamber.

Behind the glass, white gas started pouring in.

"Killian said the break room!" I banged on the door. "This concentration will kill me!"

The lead guard sneered. "Miss Hayes said the Boss wants you in here. To really 'cool off'."

They locked the door. Walked away.

The gas got thicker. My throat burned. Seconds later, my airway spasmed. I opened my mouth to scream. No sound came out.

I slid to the floor. Back against the cold glass. My vision blurred.

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

I couldn't tell. Was it the chemicals? Or was it just my breaking heart?
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