13. Killian
13
KILLIAN
I slammed my car door and stomped into the house.
The distribution had gone smoothly and I should be riding on fucking cloud nine, not feeling wound up tight and wanting to pound on some poor fucker to take away all this energy.
I looked up at the house in front of me.
I hadn’t been home much, and both of my brothers knew it was because of the little firecracker we had locked up in there.
I should not feel this way about some girl, but especially this girl.
I shouldn’t have fucking hesitated.
I should have killed her before Silas had a chance to see her and become so fucking pussy-whipped.
But that hesitation cost me more than my fucking sanity.
It made my brothers vulnerable to being attacked, and it was up to me to keep up the shield and remain on guard.
But fuck, those shields I tried so hard to hold up were wavering with each day that passed, and my brothers seemed to have gotten more captivated with our little captive.
My fists clenched and unclenched by my sides as I walked to the front door. The small camera placed in the corner of the porch watched me.
This place was a fortress. No one was getting in or out without our permission, and that was one of the reasons Maverick had decided to buy a house that reminded me so much of our childhood home and live in it, despite all the bad shit and bad memories.
I could still hear the screams of all my father’s prisoners echoing in the walls. Men he had taken and brought back to the same house he raised his sons in, men he planned to torture.
The old man didn’t care.
He liked that our mom feared this—feared him—and he truly believed he was doing us a favor.
Exposing us to all the evil in the world, to prepare us to be the biggest monsters of all.
Shaking away the thoughts and the memories that had long haunted me, I walked inside.
All the lights downstairs were off.
Rachel had probably retired for the night. I felt like a ghost walking around in my own home.
Silas and Maverick stayed in the office to get some shit done, and though I had my own work, it could be put off until the morning.
Right now, I was goddamn tired.
I rubbed my weary eyes and moved up the stairs noiselessly.
My room was in the left upper portion of this house, far away from where we were keeping Mila—which I should be happy about, if I didn’t find my thoughts wandering to her.
Even I had to admit to myself there was something about this girl I couldn’t leave alone.
I was attracted to her, that was true.
I didn’t want to be, but I was, and there was fuck all that I could do about it. That fucking kiss she gave me back in New Orleans would be the death of her. It was only a matter of time before temptation got to be too much.
My brothers and I usually shared. There had been some instances where we’d gone solo, but those instances were few and far between.
Silas was definitely the most hopeful out of the three of us.
He had gotten it into his head a few years back that things would be better for us if we shared a woman… permanently.
Maverick was harder to read on the topic, though I didn’t hear much protest from him when we’d brought Mila home.
As for me, I had long ago decided a relationship and marriage weren’t for me.
I couldn’t find it in me to trust anyone but my brothers, let alone a woman.
It was because of a woman that we were forced to leave Chicago and start over.
It was the very reason we were hunted and beaten like dogs on the street until we learned how to fend for ourselves.
So why the hell would I let any girl—especially this girl, who seemed to have my brothers by the balls—come into our lives?
She didn’t want to be here.
More reason for us to get rid of her, lest she decided to do something we would regret for the rest of our lives.
But Silas—and even Maverick—had some kind of attachment to her, and that made her untouchable to me.
At least, not in the way I should want.
I found a light under the door to Mila’s bedroom when I walked past it, and I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the urge to stay and listen in on her.
So it was quite by accident that I heard her, and the sound had me freezing in my steps and moving closer to the door to make sure I wasn’t really hearing things.
Impossible.
Both Silas and Maverick weren’t home, so what the hell was that?
There was some shifting, something hitting the wall, and then…
There was that sound again.
The unmistakable sound a woman made when she was in ecstasy.
Did she sneak a guard to her room while we were out?
How fucking stupid.
Not only were my brothers possessive, but any guard stupid enough to enter this room was a dead guard. And he would die a slow, painful death.
Another sound.
It was soft, but it was there, and my fucking dick stood at attention.
Quietly, I turned the knob and pushed the door open.
What I saw surprised me.
There were no guards in here with her.
Mila was alone in the room, lying in the middle of that huge-ass bed.
Her eyes were closed, her head tilted to the side, and her shirt had ridden up, showing a hint of the slight swell of the bottom of her tits.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention.
No, what caught my attention was the fact that her legs were spread, and her hand was playing with her wet pussy.
Maverick had taken her to see Sarah, so it wasn’t hard to see what her fingers were doing.
I moved closer to her without a thought as she pumped one small finger inside herself.
Fuck. Me.
Her hips moved to the rhythm her hand set, and I didn’t think I had seen a more beautiful sight.
I swallowed when another soft moan escaped her lips, her back arching and the shirt riding up even higher, exposing one full perky tit.
Her nipple was dusky pink, the tip hardened from her arousal.
She gasped and it took me a moment to realize her eyes were open and there was fear moving in them. And just enough arousal to fucking drive me crazy.
“Keep going,” I said gruffly.
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head, her eyes darting to the door.
Did she think she could outrun me?
That she could outrun a monster?
How laughable.
“Keep going, Mila, or I’ll do it for you.”
Her chest heaved up and down with every hard breath she took, and I stepped closer when she didn’t move. I grabbed her wrist and moved it up and down, letting her hand rub over her greedy pussy with my direction.
She shuddered when I moved her hand up and it touched her clit.
“Keep going,” I said.
She started to move.
Slowly, at first, but the more I watched her, the more drenched she became.
The distinctive sweet scent of her arousal teased my nose, and it took everything in me not to bury my head between her legs and take in the scent directly from the source.
“Do you know how fucking hot you look like this?” I asked as I watched her.
I pulled her shirt up until both her tits were exposed to my gaze, letting my thumb press down on one hard nipple.
Her back arched, bringing herself closer to my touch, and she rubbed herself harder.
“Put a finger inside your tight little cunt,” I gritted out.
She hesitated for a brief second before she did as I asked, inserting one finger until it disappeared inside her bare pussy.
Wetness gushed out every time she pulled her finger out and pushed it back in.
I licked my lips and played with her nipple, loving the way her chest heaved with every slight movement from me.
Fuck, but she was sensitive to my touch.
“That’s it, firecracker. I want you to come. Play with your cunt for me. Show me how fucking much this turns you on.”
I pinched her nipple, and she made a small sound—half protest, half moan.
I stepped back from the bed and watched her.
Her eyes focused on me as she worked herself over, her fingers coming up to her clit and swiping across the swollen nub.
I rubbed myself over my jeans, and she watched the action intently, her body shifting as if it was almost too much.
“Slap your pussy,” I said.
She shook her head. “Oh, God.”
It was the first time she’d spoken since I came inside the room. There was something lyrical, soothing, about the sound of her voice. I wanted to hear her call my name, and briefly, I wondered if she would do it if I buried my face between her legs and ate her out.
“Do it,” I said, making my voice firm so she doesn’t miss the command in it.
She slapped her pussy, closing her eyes. The sound of it was loud in this room, and loud in my ears.
My cock twitched at the sight, and I resisted the urge to use my hand and do it for her. I wouldn’t be gentle about it either—not the way she was with herself.
“Good girl. Again.”
She did it again, and her legs quivered.
She was close.
“One more time, baby,” I said.
She slapped her pussy once more, this time harder than the previous two. Her back arched.
“Come,” I demanded.
And it was as if my word was the command button for her orgasm. She opened her mouth and screamed her release.
Fuck.
Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she tried to ride out the orgasm. I watched her for a beat, then walked out the door before she could come back to herself and kick me out.
I entered my room and shut the door behind me, walking over to the en suite bath and stripping off my clothes. I stopped in front of the toilet, opening the lid.
My dick was so hard, it was getting painful.
I gritted my teeth when I fisted my length, moving up and down roughly in uneven strokes. I felt like a fucking schoolboy, discovering his father’s porn stash for the first time.
The image of her, the way her face had contorted in pleasure, the way her body had writhed on the mattress while trying to ride out the powerful orgasm she’d given herself under my watchful eyes, the way?—
Fuck.
My hand came up to the wall, and it didn’t take long.
I grunted as cum shot out.
My eyes shut and all I could think about was how she looked as she pleasured herself.
How the fuck was I supposed to convince my brothers to stay away from her when it didn’t even seem like I was capable of it?
I was fucked.
“Fuck,” I said in the small space around me, my word bouncing off the walls.
I glared at the door to my office in the warehouse when it opened, and my two brothers walked in.
They stopped short when they noticed my dark look. Then Silas, like the fucker that he was, grinned and sauntered over to my desk, pulling out a chair and plopping himself down.
My eyes narrowed when he lifted his legs and rested his feet on my desk.
“What do you want?” I asked them as Maverick closed the door behind him. He stayed standing, his dark eyes taking me in. I resisted the urge to squirm.
I wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore, and I shouldn’t let my big brother affect me like this simply from a look.
We were equal in every sense of the word, but Maverick had a hard time turning off the part of his brain that told him he needed to protect both of his little brothers.
“I’m hurt. Can’t we come to visit our brother?” Silas asked, his signature cocky grin on his face.
“No,” I answered, pushing both of his legs off my desk.
It shook under his weight, and I supposed it was too much to ask that the chair would break under the bastard’s weight.
He righted himself and shot another playful grin my way.
Out of the three of us, Silas was the most outgoing. On the outside, he appeared to be the most outgoing as well, but that easy demeanor was a front to hide the monster that lived beneath the surface.
Our old man did a number on us, even though Maverick took the brunt of his sadistic nature, none of us were spared, not even our baby brother, even if I wished that was the case.
“If you’re just here for nonsense, then you should leave. I don’t have time.”
I looked back at the computer screen, but all the numbers there blended together.
Fuck.
It would be easy to say my concentration was blown to bits from their visit.
But it had been like this all morning—since I woke up and the first image that popped into my head was the image of Mila on the bed.
My fists clenched underneath the desk.
I didn’t like this.
Not at all.
What the fuck did she do to me?
“How rude,” Silas commented, looking over at Maverick, who nodded, though the small twist of his lips told me he was amused.
I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?”
“Do you remember the night we attacked the club?” Maverick asked.
“Vividly,” I responded. That night was years in planning. And it was over too fucking quickly. We might have kept the fucker Hayes for hours afterward, but I still thought we’d killed the fucker too soon. What was several hours of torture compared to nineteen years on the run?
“Do you think someone might have escaped?” Silas asked quietly.
I turned to him. “We had men guarding all the exits. Who would have been smart enough to escape?”
“We never did a complete check of the layout of the club. Don’t you think someone as paranoid as Daniel Hayes would have put in some secret passage for him to leave in case of an attack?”
“Possible,” I muttered. “But why would it matter? The fucker’s dead.”
“I’m thinking about the shooting. Why would anyone be stupid enough to shoot at us? In Chicago? And what’s more, why would they want to?” Silas said quietly.
Maverick didn’t give us any input, though a thoughtful look had taken over his face. This was how it usually went. Silas and I would talk it out, and Maverick would think about it, only telling us what he was thinking at the end.
“The narcotics trade is pretty lucrative. I’m sure plenty of men would have died for it,” I said. Our old man was one of those people. Our family had been getting too big, and it was threatening the club. That was why they had planned an attack on us in the first place.
But Hayes got cocky.
He didn’t think there was anyone big enough who could take him on after such a successful massacre.
He’d thought wrong.
Silas nodded. “Now, imagine if it was someone from the club who had been banking on this trade to pay his way through life, and we took it away from him. It would be a good reason to attack us.”
“And who do you think that is? We slaughtered everyone in that house.”
“Did we?” Silas asked, bringing his thumb to his lips in contemplation. “We never kept an account of how many men were killed. That attack, although well executed, was messy in other ways. We were blinded by revenge. Hell, we didn’t even know Mila was living there until the fucker confessed, thinking to give up his daughter in trade for his life.”
And I wondered how hurt Mila would be if she found out.
For some crazy reason, I didn’t want her to find out. I didn’t want her to be hurt, not this way. Something told me the hardened front she put on was just that, a front. Flimsy at best, and so fucking fragile, we could have blown right through it if we pushed hard enough.
“We know Sebastian Cline is alive and trying to recoup the previous members. Some members might have escaped and are trying to seek revenge. We know Cline is a part of that. Only, how did he escape the clubhouse with our men surrounding the property?”
I rubbed my chest. “So you think he’s the one behind the attack? The one leading the charge? Should we put out a hit?”
Silas nodded. “Not only on Cline. There are three members we haven’t been able to account for.”
“Who?”
“The lieutenant, Butch Billings, the road captain, Ramsy Moreno, and, of course, the VP, Sebastian fucking Cline.”
I nodded.
This wasn’t something that should only be discussed now. We should have thought about this before, but everyone had been fucking distracted. And I knew exactly who the cause of that distraction was.
And the little distraction was the one who was making me feel off all morning.
This was why I didn’t want to take her home.
Why I stayed away.
Not that it was doing much fucking good staying away.
Jesus, but I was still affected, and that pissed me off.
My jaw clenched.
“You okay?” Maverick asked, not missing anything.
I wanted to give some smart-ass remark, anything to take away the calm, cold demeanor he wore so well.
Instead, I nodded and glared back at the screen. “We’ll figure this shit out. But not right now. I have things to get to,” I said, not looking at my brothers.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Silas opening his mouth to say something, but Maverick stopped him, putting one hand on his shoulder and shaking his head.
Silently, they stood up.
Silas walked out the door first.
Maverick stood at the threshold and turned toward me, waiting.
I looked back up at him, letting my exasperation show on my face. The fucker was smiling at me.
“You know, it’s interesting.”
I was going to regret engaging. “What?”
“How much you put up a fight over Silas wanting to keep Mila.”
“Silas or you?”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter at this point.”
“Is there a purpose to this?”
He shook his head, his smile widening a bit.
Only the fact that we were in public and needed to put on a front of support for Maverick as the head of the Tiernan crime syndicate stayed my hand. I actively had to resist the urge to get up and punch that smirk off his face.
“Did you know I installed cameras in Mila’s room?”
I didn’t show any outward reaction to that, but it surprised me out of my dark mood.
Fuck.
I did not know that.
He laughed. “You can have access to the feed if you want. I thought it was interesting. She seemed to be enjoying herself last night. I really thought you would come in and stop her from having any fun.”
I scowled up at him but didn’t say anything.
“I emailed it to you,” was all he said as he walked out of the office, whistling and closing the door gently behind him.
I waited until the door shut behind him before leaning back in the chair to rub my tired eyes.
Fuck.
What the hell was I supposed to do?
I stood up and grabbed my key without another thought, heading out the door. I was going to regret this later on, but that wasn’t going to stop me.