Page 33 of Killian's Vengeance

It didn’t take me long to realize I hated the idea of her up there, in that environment, without me. She was too fucking sexy, and that place was full of assholes waiting to take advantage of someone as innocent as Willa.

Unfortunately, she was up there and was currently standing at the bar talking to Martin Goddard. It seemed fairly harmless at first, but the first stirrings of anger started when he gave her one of his flirty smiles. I’d seen this slick asshole rope in woman after woman at the club with his smooth bullshit. Possessiveness hot, sharp, and annoying as fuck grabbed me by the throat. He better keep his motherfucking hands to himself.

My jaw tightened as I watched him come around the bar and start touching her. My fists tightened when I saw him cage her body against the bar, a sick, annoying sensation that felt a lot like jealousy crawled in my chest like snakes. What the fuck?

“Looks like your girl gets around, Kill,” Cullen snidely. I shot him a filthy look, then put my eyes back on the screen, reassured and alarmed by the expression on Willa’s face. She didn’t look happy to be trapped by Martin. She looked confused and fucking uncomfortable.

“Fuck this. I’ll be back,” I said, storming toward the door.

“Jealous asshole,” I heard Cullen holler, but ignored him. The only thing I had in mind right now was plowing my fist into Martin’s fucking face. He might not even know Willa was with me, but at the moment, I didn’t fucking care.

By the time I stormed up the stairs, I found Willa not only standing with Martin, but with fucking Cara.

Jesus Christ.

I walked up behind Willa and heard Cara mock Martin for going after someone I’d already fucked. Of course, she didn’t know for sure that I’d fucked Willa, but since I had, her referring to Martin taking my spot didn’t sit well in the least. Just as I walked up, I was proud and amused to hear Willa stand up for herself, implying that Cara was the problem.

She was correct there.

The minute Cara lifted her claw-like hands, I grabbed Willa and pulled her out of harm’s way.

I pinned my glare on Martin. He was the fucking manager for God’s sake. “What the fuck is going on here?”

Willa squirmed in my arms, but I gave her a squeeze to settle her down. “Well, Goddard? Why is one of the club employees attacking a guest?”

“Killian! You can’t be taking her side!” Cara whined.

“Sorry, Kill. Cara is a little possessive of us guys and she got a little overboard with your…friend.” I couldn’t stand Martin, but I especially hated how he was downplaying not only Cara’s behavior but my connection to Willa. My friend? Fuck him. She was wearing my bite marks all over her neck.

“Killian, you have to hear my side of things. That skank is not loyal to you. She was all over Martin. I defended you, I called her out and told her what she was doing was disgusting,” she asserted victoriously.

Willa stiffened. “Are you out of your mind? You crazy bitch, I can’t?—”

I slid my hand over Willa’s mouth and put my lips next to her ear. “Settle down, baby. I know what happened,” I said softly enough that only she could hear me and her body instantly relaxed against me. My dick twitched at her implied trust. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to punish you for coming here without telling me,” I whispered equally softly, and felt her body tense up for much more pleasurable reasons.

I loved putting her on edge. I could practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she pondered what I’d do to punish her. My dick gave another twitch as I let several possibilities filter through my mind.

But I would have to deal with this stupid bullshit before any of that.

“Goddard, I want Cara fired. Now.”

Martin looked incredibly uncomfortable. “Look, Kill, I know she’s?—”

“What? Fired? Me? After what that whore tried to do with Martin?” Before I could reply, Cara walked up to me and ran her hands up my chest, which was a feat considering I had Willa pressed against my right side and my hand still over her mouth. “Killian, let’s go play. I’ll explain everything and you can forget this two-timing slut.”

Willa started making a racket under my hand and I gave her another squeeze. “Cara, the only thing I’m going to do is make sure you’re fired. Immediately. Goddard, see to it.”

“But Logan needs to?—”

“Stop.” My one word halted his stupid comment. He was acting like he didn’t have the authority to fire Cara, but he did. She probably gave him blow jobs on the side, or something similar, to maintain her continued employment. I was going to handle this right now.

I took my hand off Willa’s mouth, but gave her a warning squeeze to stay quiet. I didn’t need her adding to the drama. I fired off a quick text to Logan to come to the bar and he arrived about a minute later, his bare chest covered with sweat, his hand clutching a crop.

“What’s going on?” he barked irritably, for obvious reasons. I looked down at Willa and found her eyes skating down Logan’s heavily tattooed, incredibly muscular body and felt my teeth clench. I reached down and pinched her ass where my cane mark was, causing her to yelp.

“What was that for?” she said, her golden brows drawn together in a frown.

“Looking.”

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