Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Killian
Most of the day drags on with a tense focus on how to lure Nico Vidalia in, strategizing every detail of our plan to ensure we trap him. This is a one-and-done deal. If we fuck up, it’ll be game over for us. Despite the situation at hand, I enjoy this time with my brothers.
“JoJo, go start a fire,” Mickey says as we step outside for some air. “Cook some steaks over a bonfire. Trevor. Leon. Go help.”
I watch them take his orders without fuss.
The sun is almost setting when the girls come back.
They are soaked, clothes clinging to their bodies like a second skin, but it’s the way Liliana laughs—her hair a wild mess, glistening droplets catching the fading sunlight—that draws my attention.
When Lily's gaze flicks in my direction, her playful smile falters for just a moment.
I stand beside Mickey, smoking a cigarette.
“You ladies look like you took a dip.” Mickey assesses the closer they get.
“This place is amazing,” Izzy says. “There’s an amazing waterfall. An open field perfect for stargazing.”
The way she speaks of it sounds like this is a magical place. I drop my cigarette and put it out with a stomp of my foot. I give them a minute after they enter the house to walk in and investigate what my sisters found out.
Jodi and Izzy roam through their bags for dry clothes, and I see that Liliana just reaches the top of the staircase, heading for her room.
“So?” I question, crossing my arms at my chest.
Jodi looks up. “She’s sweet. Obviously never worked a hard day in her life, but she’s smart. I get a good feeling about her.”
“I thought she was your girlfriend.” Izzy rummages through her bag.
“She didn’t say much about how you both know each other, but I’m not stupid, Killian.
You both are sleeping together. And if you’re running from Vidalia,” she glances at Jodi, telling me that’s how she got that information, “it means you stole her from him. Romani people don’t do that to each other. ”
“No. Romani people don’t betray their own, but I didn’t take anything I haven’t paid for,” I reply, nipping any possible accusations in the bud.
“And I didn’t pay for her to have sex with me.
She’s leverage for something else I’m dealing with back in the States.
” Izzy doesn’t look convinced, but I ignore it.
“Did she mention anything about her life back at home?”
“Not really,” Jodi replies. “Took her a bit to warm up to us. Izzy and I were stripped down to our intimates. Wouldn’t take her clothes off and just swam with them on.”
Of course she’d be reserved after something like that, but I find it odd that it doesn’t stop her from touching herself in front of me three times now.