Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Killian
It wasn’t right to make her watch, but now that I have established fear, I know she will beg Alessio to do whatever it takes to save her. She looks like a deer in headlights. The chain hangs out of my hand, letting it drag across the ground.
“I’m calling it a night!” I shout over my shoulder to my brothers.
Liliana follows me inside quietly. We take our shoes off and head up the stairs.
I don’t look behind me, but I know she heads for the bathroom when I hear the door to my right shut.
When I enter my room, I grab my phone from the nightstand and see Cameron called me twenty times with endless text messages confirming they would handle the Russians and telling me to start looking for Lily.
I dial Donal; it should be morning time in Providence as I toss the chain to the side of the room.
“You’re alive,” he answers.
“Keep an eye on the Costellos. Looks like we got their attention.” I take my shirt off and toss it on the floor.
“You got it.”
Hanging up as I walk out of the room, I hear the shower turn on. I need to take a piss. Fuck it. I think we passed the comfort zone after that horse ride that nearly had my head explode. Letting myself in, I find Liliana curled up in a ball.
I huff. “The first time is usually traumatizing.” She doesn’t move.
“Just go away.” Her voice is low, like she’s struggling to get the words out.
“You don’t need to be dramatic.” I unzip my pants and pull my dick out of my boxers, aiming it at the toilet.
The release is satisfying, and when I’m done, I turn around to see she is still in the same position, but this time I see blood mixed in the water.
“Are you hurt?” I try to examine without touching her. She can’t go back hurt under my watch.
“No, I’m just in pain. I haven’t had my meds.” She’s inhaling and exhaling with practiced breaths.
She leans her back against the shower wall and applies pressure to her pelvis with her forearms. More blood is coming from between her legs. Shit. Her period.
“I’ll get you Tylenol. Just get up. You’re sitting in your blood.”
“Fuck off, Killian. Just go away. Please.”
When she looks up at me, there is indescribable pain in her eyes and face. Although the man I was torturing just now experienced removal of body parts, they both seem to carry the weight of enduring the same pain. And before you know it, she starts to pass out.
I grab her just in time, taking her into my arms and into my bedroom.
Her body is trembling. Gently, I lay her on the bed, where she slightly moves then curls back into a ball.
Something is wrong. I go to grab a towel and tuck it under her.
The sight of blood never bothered me, but I didn’t want her bleeding onto my bed.
“Are you going to tell me what I can do for you?” I say, standing at the edge of the bed.
“Just leave me alone.” Lily buries her face into the pillow as she clutches the sheets and pulls her legs up to her body. “Go!”
I grab the chain off the floor. “Do I need to drag you to the barn?”
Gritting her teeth, she huffs. I watch her hands touch her lower back. “Here.” And then her pelvis. “Here.”
Sitting at the end of the bed, I grab her ankles. “Let’s straighten you out.”
She whimpers even though my grip isn’t tight. Her muscles seem tense. She lies on her back, covering her face with her arm.
“If you try anything,” she warns me.
“Like fuck you?” I arch a brow. “If I wanted to, I had plenty of opportunities to take your body.”