Page 12 of Killian's Vengeance

“What the fuck, McKay? You going soft?”

Yes. But I wasn’t going to say that to him.

“It’s just as well I didn’t because we had the wrong fucking person.”

“Fair enough,” Logan conceded.

“I’m trying to figure out what the fuck to do with her right now. I had an idea to use her to bring Lily in. Maybe coerce Lily to come get her, if Lily even gives a shit that we have her sister, which I honestly doubt because from her story, it sounds like Lily set her up. If that doesn’t work, she might know how we can bring Lily in. Maybe she knows one of Lily’s bolt holes, or better yet, this fucking boyfriend of hers.”

“You think she’s going to be receptive to that idea right now?”

I sighed. “I have two ways I could go about convincing her—force or persuasion. I could simply keep her locked up and make her think her life is at stake if she doesn’t provide us with the information and assistance we want.

Logan nodded, seeing the logic in that approach.

“Or I could convince her to help using my powers of persuasion, maybe using guilt over what Lily did to Mac. I might be able to persuade her into helping us.”

Logan snorted. “Using what? Your sparkling personality? Your charm?”

“I can be charming when the situation calls for it.” I’d just never been confronted with a situation that had called for it.

“You get laid plenty, McKay, but it’s not because you’re fucking charming. In fact, it’s more likely despite a lack of that attribute. Women like your face, your body, and your money, not your personality. I’ve heard you talk to women. You’d be better off putting a gun to her head if the whole operation depends on your charm.”

I flipped him off, but he wasn’t wrong. Typically, my approach to sex involved asking a woman if she wanted to fuck. I hated small talk, but I loved sex, so I did the bare minimum to get it. Luckily for me, it usually worked, but if it didn’t there were always other women.

“What exactly did you do to her while you were interrogating her? How much charm would you have to exert for her to not kick you in the dick and run to the police?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Whipped her with a single tail, flogged her, hit her with the cane.” Even as I said it, I knew it was a paltry list in terms of torture.

Logan looked at me oddly. “The single tail and the cane—those make sense. You can make those fucking hurt, especially when you really go at someone. But the flogger? You mean a cat?” he asked, referring to a cat o’ nine tails, a flail made of nine thick, painful braids of rope.”

I flattened my lips. I knew where this was going. “No, a flogger.”

His brow puckered. “No one is going to break under a flogger. Unless it was studded? Rubber?”

Jesus, this motherfucker. “No, none of those. She’s not a fucking sub or into kink, at least I don’t think she is by the way she looked at all that gear. She’s not used to pain; even pain we consider mild.”

Logan’s look changed slightly, he looked more speculative. “Well, like you said, at least you didn’t fuck her up too badly. You might be able to salvage the situation. Worst case scenario, you either throw money at her or force her to help. If it doesn’t work, you can always let Hathaway take a crack at her.”

Every muscle in my boy tightened at the idea of letting Cullen loose on Willa. “Fuck no. There’s a reason he’s on the sidelines on this. Christ, if it had been him in there, she’d probably already be dead just for saying she wasn’t Lily. I’m not letting him near her. I’ll convince her to help us. I won’t have to use force.”

Comprehension dawned on his harsh features, a small smile playing at his lips. “You don’t want to use force, do you? You’ve gone easy on her for a reason. I saw what Lily looks like. I know she’s hot. If the sister looks enough like her to pass as her twin…you want to fuck her, right?”

I scowled at him, annoyed at how quickly he figured it out. Except, he thought I just wanted to fuck her, which was bad enough, but it was more than that. I’d been attracted to women before, wanted to fuck them, but my attraction to Willa was almost visceral.

I couldn’t believe how much resistance I had to the idea of using force on her, creating more animosity between us. I wanted her and I needed her to want me. It was hard to convince a woman to have sex with you when you were coercing her into helping to kill her sister.

I hopped up, leaning my hands on the top of his desk. “Shut the fuck up and don’t say shit to Hathaway about your delusions. He’s the last person I need to deal with right now.”

“Well, I hope you have enough charm to keep your ass out of jail.”

I winced. Logan hadn’t been fucking around when he’d described me. Being nice, apologizing, making an effort with women—they were all way out of my comfort zone. They all screamed weakness and one thing I wasn’t was fucking weak.

I walked toward the door, flipping him off before walking out and slamming it shut.

Chapter 8

Willa

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