Chapter 51
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
KILLIAN
“Killian,” Heather sing-songs my name, immediately catching my attention. I glance toward where she stands in the bathroom, holding her red dress up over her tits.
“Can you help me?”
I grin, “Take it off? Of course. I’d be happy to get you naked.”
She scolds me with nothing more than a look.
“We are already late. Enough with your nonsense.”
I walk over to her and motion for her to spin around.
I tie the back of the dress while I dip down and inhale the scent of her neck.
“I don’t remember you calling it nonsense before, baby. Oh Killian. Harder. Faster. More. More. ‘Nonsense,’ I don’t recall.”
Turning back around, Heather slaps my chest.
“Be serious. Do I look okay?”
She brushes the sides of the fabric as I shake my head.
“You’re gorgeous, Killer. You couldn’t be only ‘okay’ if you tried.”
Grabbing her hand, I pull her out of the bathroom.
“Come on. Let’s go see your friend.”
I take her hand in mine and we walk outside into the cool air. Placing my arm around her, I rub her naked shoulder.
“Are you cold?”
Looking up at me, her eyes sparkle with joy, and I feel a pang in my chest as I think of what’s to come. Heather is happy right now, but I’m not sure we can keep her that way. Once again, whatever happens—I’ll be the one to blame.
“I’m not cold. Besides, it’ll be warmer inside the house.”
She stares at the rose garden longingly, and I squeeze her waist.
“We can have lunch out there tomorrow if you’d like to.”
Placing her arm around my back, she leans her head against my side while she exhales a soft breath.
“Thank you. I would love that.”
I knock on the door and am surprised by the person who opens it.
A blonde with pale blue eyes stares at us with a beaming smile.
Placing her hands on her hips, jutting one side out, I chuckle because she reminds me of Heather a little.
She grabs Heather’s wrist and yanks her into a tight hug.
It’s not until this strange woman releases my girl that she identifies herself.
“Hi!” she says with an infectious giggle, “I’m Bella, Reaper's wife.”
I stare at her, taking in the petite blonde, and try to picture her taking Frank's life, and it just doesn’t add up.
Maybe she had a gun. We were never given many details.
The PI we hired didn’t have more information other than that he was dead.
We desperately wanted to find him and torture him for what he did to our mom and Carter.
I always hoped it was painful, but now that I stare at his killer, I’m afraid it wasn’t.
“Come in and I’ll introduce you to the other brat you haven't met yet.”
Glancing at Heather, I warn her.
“This is not an invitation to be more of a brat than you already are.”
She grins at me before following Bella.
“We’ll see.”
She takes us into a large dining room, and everyone is already seated at the table. Carter points to an empty seat.
“Little Heathen.”
Heather sits beside him, and I fight down my annoyance and take the vacant spot beside Reaper.
Bianca smiles nervously as she waves her hand over the table.
“I hope you like chicken parmigiana. It’s Raven's favorite, and I wasn’t sure what you’d like. Just because you’re Italian doesn’t mean you’d want Italian food. I should’ve made something else.” She stammers endlessly as Raven grabs her hand and squeezes it.
“It smells delicious, Pretty Girl, don’t overthink it.”
Clearing my throat, I nod.
“This is one of our favorites. Thank you.”
The truth is, I don’t want to eat breaded chicken with the fight so close, but I don’t want her to be offended, so I’ll eat a small portion.
My brothers pile their plates more than I do.
I cover half of mine with the green salad and opt for a ranch dressing since it’s lower in carbs.
I’m not always obsessed with my diet, but a fight like this is important to take seriously, and carbohydrates tend to make you sluggish.
My goal is to be in the best shape possible.
“Oh my God,” Bella says, “I didn’t even introduce you. This is Hadley, Psycho's wife.”
Heather smiles politely.
“It’s nice to meet you, Hadley.”
The conversation mainly revolves around Heather asking Bianca about her pregnancy. I wonder if this is a trigger for her since she can’t have children.
“Do you have kids?” Heather asks Hadley, and she pulls out her phone and hands it over.
“This is Kane. He’s wild like his father.” She says with a smirk as she glances at Psycho affectionately.
After handing Hadley her phone back, Heather takes a bite of her food and glances at Bella, clearly wondering if she and Reaper have children.
She excitedly scrolls through pictures on her phone before giving it to Heather.
“We have two sons. Maddox and Axel.”
Heather stares at the image on the phone before handing it back.
“Twins. Multiples obviously run in the family. Reaper and Raven, you are twins too, right?”
Raven shakes his head as everyone laughs.
“We aren’t. Reaper and I share the same father, but we have different mothers.”
There are subtle differences between them that I can easily spot aside from the facial hair Reaper has, but they really do look very alike.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Reaper asks as I finish my salad.
I nod, assuming he’s referring to meeting with Bones, and he adds, “Bones mentioned he’d like a drawing of the warehouse, including all entrances and exits.”
I hadn’t given much thought to it, but it’s a reasonable request.
“I’m not much of an artist, but I’ll do my best.”