Killian POV I am pacing around the safe house, waiting for Theo to arrive. But he hasn’t been answering his phone for the past two hours. They should be here by now, and I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong. I don’t know what it is but something is wrong. The helicopter should be landing here by now, they got safely to the yacht. I hold on to my Cristal glass with the amber liquid. I keep calling Theo, and going straight to voicemail. “Okay”, Elliot says opening the door and walking in as he types away on his tablet. His eyes are glued to the screen, and I can see his eyes going darker and his semblant changing. He looks worried, and he starts cursing under his breath. “What? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck are they?”, I ask walking to him and he shows me the tablet where it says that the tracking can’t be found. I look at Elliot that keeps typing away, and I throw my glass against the wall. I walk out of the room, looking for my dad.

Killian POV “What the fuck is going on?”, I ask as I walk into the surveillance room. Elliot looks at me through his lashes and then focuses back on the screens in front of him. We have been trying to find Ashley for the past six days and I am about to lose my mind. “Here”, mum says and I walk towards her and bend to look at the screen. We finally found someone that is willing to talk in exchange for money and a way to disappear. I nod my head as I straighten my back. “Make it happen”, I say through greeted teeth. I start pacing around as we wait for a reply. I can’t believe this is happening to me, to us, my girl has been taken away from me and I don’t even know who is responsible. I walk out of the room towards the small bar area of the safe house and I pour myself a glass of bourbon. I smell the amber liquid and then drink it all at once. I feel the liquid burn down my throat. I pour myself another one when I hear the door opening. “Son?”, dad says and I look back to see him

Killian POV “Hurry the fuck up”, I shout at Elliot as he walks past me into the jet. We are going to Texas to get my girl back. I am not taking no for an answer and I will bring her home. I know she is miserable and I promised her to keep her safe. That fucker Tobias is going to pay with his fucking life for taking her away from me. I sit on my seat feeling uncomfortable and anxious. Elliot sits behind me with his earphones on. Good. I can’t be fucked with small talk. The pilot greets us through the sound system and I feel the turbine start. Good. I check my belt and rest my head back as I look out of the window. “Hey”, Elliot says as he taps me on my shoulder. I look back and he passes me his tablet. I look and curse under my breath. I pass it back to him. “Why is everyone so fucking stupid?”, I ask as I undo my belt and stand up to grab my laptop from the overhead compartment. Elliot sits in front of me as the air hostess opens the table between our seats and puts a coffee and a

Killian POV “We’re all in place, boss”, I hear Theo say through the earpiece system. I give them the green light, and I can listen to the bullets flying. This is music to my ears. I walk behind a couple of men through the back door while they open the kitchen door. We sneak inside while they think they are being attacked from the front of the house. “Get out”, I bark at the cooks, and they both nod their heads looking terrified, and they run through the back door; I am not in favor of killing innocent people; I know some of Tobias’s staff will die today. Some of them will become brave all of a sudden, and they will end up dead. I have five times more people than he does. “Clear”, I hear Elliot say, but I can still listen to gunshots flying. We walk through the front room where Elliot stands with our man as they spread around the ground floor, clearing all the rooms. They bring out some of the house staff, and I tell them to take them to the kitchen and set them free. I am not keep

Killian POV I walk from side to side in my room, I can’t make myself walk down to the holding cells and take care of business. I don’t know why. I sit on the edge of my bed with my head between my hands when I hear a knock on the door. “Come in”, I let out. The door opens and my mum is on the other side. She smiles while she sits in her wheelchair. She enters my room and I can’t bring myself to look her in the eyes. This is the most beautiful woman in the world and I always wanted someone by my side like she is by my dad’s side, even though he fucks up badly. She is still here, with him. Loving him and supporting him. “How are you holding up?”, she asks after she closes the door behind her. I look into her eyes and I break. Tears stream down my face as I fall on my knees in front of her resting my head on her legs. Her hands move slowly on my hair. “It’s okay love”, she says while I shake my head, “Maybe you should try to listen to her”, mum says and I look into her eyes. She is a