Page 27 of Killian's Vengeance

“Cullen,” I replied informatively.

She didn’t look any more at ease with that information. “What does he want?” she whispered, her brow puckered in concern as her anxious eyes kept darting to the door.

I reached up and rubbed my thumb against her cheek. “Relax, Willa. I won't let him do anything to you. He understands you’re helping us.”

The pounding started up again.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Calm the fuck down,” I barked at the shaking door, then turned back to her. “Yes, I’m sure.”

She didn’t look reassured, but I needed to deal with Cullen before he busted the fucking door down. I rolled out of bed and quickly pulled on my jeans.

“Wait!” Willa said, and I turned to find her scrambling to put her dress on. Now that I knew that Cullen was going to see her, I was suddenly very unhappy with the little dress. It showed too damned much. I quickly grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and threw it over her head while she looked at me in confusion.

“Don’t ask, just keep it on,” I said.

I went over and threw open the door and found exactly what I’d expected—an irritable looking, very exhausted, but seemingly sober Cullen.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snapped out. I had been looking forward to fucking Willa at least one more time.

He glanced over at Willa and smirked as she struggled to put her arms through the sleeves of my t-shirt. I hadn’t been paying attention when I put it on her, so the sleeves weren’t in the right place. He shot me a look with a raised brow. He fucking knew I put the shirt on her because I didn’t want his motherfucking eyes on her.

“Really, Kill? It’s been two fucking days.”

“Shut up. What do you want?”

“I’m here to tell you play time’s over. Get your girl, and let’s get to fucking work.”

Chapter 13

Willa

We barely had time to shower and shovel down some bagels and coffee before being rushed out of the room. Fortunately, while I was in the shower, Killian found me a more appropriate outfit—A red “The Red Room” t-shirt and a jean skirt that was about a size too big. The skirt was loose on the waist and I still didn’t have a bra, but was a million times better than that short, transparent baby doll dress.

Cullen was ushering us into an office with several computers and a wall of security screens, presumably showing different areas of the club. There was a young man diligently typing away behind an elaborate computer setup. He had three huge monitors in front of him, and it seemed his focus never wavered from at least one of those screens.

I cast a confused look at Killian, which he understood perfectly. “We do security for the club, me and Cullen. This is our office on the premises. The guy behind the computer is Ian Novak. Ian, this is Willa. Ian usually works at our main office downtown, but since you’re staying here, Cullen decided it would make more sense if he worked out of this office.”

“Hey,” Ian said mindlessly. Ian wasn’t your typical computer geek. He looked to be in his early twenties and was covered in tattoos and piercings. He had dark blond hair shaved on the sides and long on top, like those guys on that Viking show. I looked on the table to his left and couldn’t believe my eyes. My cell phone!

I was relieved to see it, thinking it had been abandoned back at Lily’s apartment. It was hard to believe I’d lived without it for three days, when going without it for three minutes had seemed unimaginable. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about it. I needed to check my messages. Urgently. Vanessa must have been going crazy.

“Is that my cell phone?” I knew it was.

Ian glanced at the phone for a moment. “Yep.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can I have it, please?” I said tartly, holding out my hand.

Ian’s head finally swung from his computer screen to the phone. “Oh, right. Kill said to bring it. Here you go. Nothing much, just a bunch of texts from a girl named Vanessa and a guy named Andy,” he said, holding it out to me.

Killian’s head swung around, his eyebrows slamming together. “Who the fuck is Andy?”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone from Ian. “He’s no one.”

“He’s calling you an awful lot for no one,” Ian unhelpfully chimed in.

“Jesus Christ, you're jealous over a college kid,” Cullen sneered.

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