Chapter 2
Killian
When I broke Mia Cavallo out of Red a few nights ago, I was shocked to learn that I knew her. I just didn’t know that I did.
When I saw the woman on the security cameras, I didn’t really see her. Her image was blurry, and she had jet black hair and was wearing a baseball cap.
I also didn’t know a Mia Cavallo, so I never thought much about it. I was working for Mason and Asher King, at their private bodyguard service, and our instructions were to break out the girl. I was doing my job.
The realization that Mia was Kim – my Kitten – left me completely speechless. When I knew her, she was blonde. But I knew that face, and it was her.
I should’ve known the name Kim Smith was fake. Everything that Kim – that Mia – told me was probably a lie, because that’s all she is – a liar. A con artist, a thief and a fucking liar.
When I found her, she was out cold. She had no idea that it was me that carried her drugged and lifeless body out of that club. And I gave no inclination to anyone around me that I knew her. Not even Hayden.
I knew she was going to run again, so I just watched. Watched and waited. I’ve been following her, and I’ve been waiting for the right moment to strike.
She’s looking up at me now as I straddle her on the ground, her big blue eyes wide with fear.
Fear, but something else, too. I can’t help but smirk when I realize that she’s turned on.
Of course she is. I know Mia’s dirty little fantasies. I know what gets her off, and I know that she loves the chase, the mask. It’s why I chose to come after her like this tonight.
“How did you find me?” she asks now, her voice small and breathless.
She’s drunk. That realization disappoints me; I’m not touching her if she’s drunk, and I was hoping we could at least have hate sex tonight. Guess that won’t be happening.
“Did you think that I wouldn’t?” I ask her, and she doesn’t answer. She stares up at me with a confused look on her face, and the urge to lean down and kiss her is suddenly overwhelming.
Honestly, I wasn’t looking for Mia; not anymore, at least. I did, at first. But I stopped. I told myself to move the fuck on, and I left Rosebrook Falls and moved with Hayden to an apartment in Briarwood. I got a job with the Kings. I was trying to do the right thing.
The gods of revenge must be looking out for me, though, because Mia practically fell into my lap. What’re the odds of that? It’s like the universe conspired for us to reunite.
“I’m sorry,” she says now, and a flash of sympathy flares inside of me, but I push it away. The last thing I need to feel towards Mia Cavallo is sympathy. “I can pay you back –"
I laugh bitterly, shaking my head.
“I don’t want your money,” I snap, and she practically recoils from my words.
I take the mask off, throwing it on the ground.
“W-what do you want?”
Her fear is making me hard. God, she’s so fucking sexy. I missed her, even though I don’t want to admit that.
“You owe me,” I tell her. “And you’re going to pay up.”
“But you said you don’t want my money,” she replies, confused.
“I don’t,” I say.
I get to my feet, hauling her up with me. Then I take the handcuffs out of my sweatshirt pocket and quickly cuff her hands behind her back.
If she was sober, she would’ve caught onto what I was doing quicker and she would’ve fought me. But she’s not sober, and she didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late.
“Killian!” she exclaims. “What the fuck!”
I chuckle, grabbing her arm and forcing her to walk.
“You owe me, Mia,” I say again.
She tries to dig her heels into the ground, but she’s unsuccessful.
“Stop,” she grits out.
“If you won’t walk, I’ll carry you,” I tell her. “It makes no difference to me.”
“No, stop,” she argues. “I don’t have anything to give you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” I reply.
I don’t tell her what it is that I want. I’m not going to tell her tonight, either. Especially because she’s drunk.
I’m not going to hurt Mia. I would never hurt Mia, even though she did break my heart. We met a year ago. We had a one night stand that turned into…fuck, I don’t know what. A relationship? She was living with me. For almost six months.
Until she up and ran one day, stealing what little money that I had and trashing my house in the process.
I hate that I allowed her in. I don’t let anyone in easily, and I fucking let her in.
“Then what?” she demands, but I just smirk, not answering her.
Let her worry. Let her feel even a fraction of the way that I felt after she betrayed me. She deserves that much, at least.
“Killian-"
“Keep talking and I’m going to gag you,” I snap, and she clamps her mouth shut. She glares at me, and I’m glad that the fiery side of her is still in there somewhere.
I lead her to my SUV, and I open the door to the backseat, guiding her inside.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
She’s looking up at me with those big eyes again, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Don’t pretend that you don’t like this, Mia,” I say, taunting her. “I bet you’re soaked right now.”
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, and her glare hardens as she looks back at me.
“Fuck you,” she practically growls, and I let out another chuckle.
I buckle her in, then I take the zip ties out of my pocket and quickly secure her ankles together.
“Killian, please stop,” she pleads with me, but I ignore her as I shut the car door, making my way around to the driver’s seat.
I start the car up, pulling away from the curb.
“Killian-"
I blare the music, drowning out of her words.
I look at her in the rearview mirror, and another rush of sympathy courses through me when I see that she looks genuinely worried.
Again, I push it away. I’m not coddling her right now. Not after what she did to me. She fucking used me.
Besides, I’m not actually going to do anything to her. She just doesn’t know that.
No, I actually need her. And like I said, she does owe me. She’ll learn soon enough what it is that I want.
For now, I’ll let her sit with her fear.
I drive towards my apartment, eager to get back.