Page 11 of Killian's Vengeance

I just fucking jerked off in a sex club to the woman who got Mac murdered when there were fifty available women upstairs to fuck.

I was in deep shit.

I pulled out my phone and hit Ian’s number, my other hand reaching up to squeeze the bridge of my nose.

“What’s up?” Ian replied absently, clicking in the background confirming he was where he normally was—behind a computer screen.

“You did a background check on Lily Jensen, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Does she have a sister?” I asked, almost dreading his response. A part of me wanted him to say yes so, I wouldn’t feel so fucking crazy about my reaction to this girl, but another part of me hated the idea that I might have just tormented an innocent woman.

“Um, let me see. Yes, one sister, eight years younger than her. Named Willa.”

My head dropped back on the couch. Fuck.

“Can you send me a picture of the sister?”

“Yeah. Give me a minute. We didn’t do much digging into Lily’s family because her parents are dead, and she didn’t seem to have much contact with the sister. I doubt hanging with a college kid is Lily’s style. Okay, just sent you a text of the sister’s pic.”

My phone chimed and I clicked on it, almost dreading what I would find.

My breath released in a whoosh. Staring back up at me was a picture of a beautiful, smiling blonde-haired woman.

The same woman I had tied to the fucking bed in the other room.

Her long golden hair was up in a ponytail and she had her arm around a brown-haired girl who looked her age, probably some college friend. Those sky-blue eyes stared at me from the picture, but instead of being drenched in tears and clouded with pain, they looked open and happy.

Shit, shit, shit.

I pulled out the driver’s license I had found on her and compared the pictures.

We had the wrong fucking girl.

In my defense, she and Lily looked eerily alike, but there were subtle differences I could see now that I had a comparison. Willa had slightly wider eyes and a softer, sweeter smile.

Christ, I had to let her free and pray she didn’t have my ass thrown in jail. I was still sitting on the couch and contemplating the best course of action when Logan walked into the office, his office, and stared down at me. His dark, perceptive gaze quickly assessed my body language. “How’s it going with the girl?” he asked, dropping his large frame into the leather chair behind the large oak desk.

Logan Galloway had spent the beginning part of his career as an MMA fighter and still had the physique to show for it. He was huge and covered in tattoos. His dark hair was kept nearly buzzed, due to his time as a fighter. He always said longer hair could be a liability in fighting. He was now staring at me with dark eyes that I’d seen seduce women with their magnetic draw or terrify men with their opaque coldness. Logan started this club after he’d retired from competing. He owned other businesses, but most of them were related to the fighting industry.

We’d handled his security from the beginning, since Mac had helped him out when an ex-girlfriend tried to sic some hacker on him. Mac created an airtight security system and Logan was sold. When he expanded his interests and bought The Red Room, he immediately brought us on board. He had been as shaken as the rest of us when Mac got murdered and wholeheartedly supported our quest to get vengeance.

I sat back on the couch. “Badly. I just found out she’s not Lily Jensen. She’s Lily Jensen’s sister, Willa. She told me she was Lily’s sister, but, fuck…targets do that shit all the time. She had Lily’s ID on her, and they look like fucking twins.”

Logan grimaced. “How rough did you get? I presume she’s still alive?”

The fact that he wasn’t rattled by the possibility that I’d killed some woman in his basement told you all you needed to know about Logan.

“Yeah, she’s alive, but she’s sure as fuck not happy.”

“You go hard on her?”

I shrugged. The answer was actually no, I didn’t go that hard on her. As uncomfortable as Willa might feel right now, what I did to her wasn’t even close to torture, especially considering some of the shit Logan was into.

The single tail was rough, but I’d only given her four lashes with no broken skin or blood. The doubts had started creeping in, disrupting that session.

The flogger? Who the fuck was I kidding, the flogger was nothing but foreplay. But the rod…the rod could have been true punishment. If I had struck her more than one time. Which I hadn’t because seeing her in true pain had fucked with my head

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