Page 40 of Killian's Vengeance

“Got it.”

“Let me change, give me five,” I said to Cullen, who grimaced at my request. He probably thought I wanted the time to fuck Willa again.

If only.

I pulled her back to our room and pulled open the drawer to the wardrobe where I kept a couple changes of clothes. I quickly threw on a black Henley and mentally reminded myself to grab some weapons from the office.

I glanced over to where Willa sat on the edge of the bed chewing her thumbnail. Her hair tangled from fucking, but her eyes worried and fearful.

I walked over to her and held her face in my hands. “Everything will be fine, Willa.”

She shot me a disbelieving look, which was fair because I was lying my ass off. Well, sort of. Everything would be fine. For her. Her sister, however…

She hopped off the bed and started pacing. “Cullen is going to strangle my sister on sight. You saw him. He looked like he wanted to strangle me, and I didn’t even do anything!”

I sighed. I didn’t really have fucking time to calm Willa down, not with Cullen practically foaming at the mouth.

I gripped her face and stared into her beautiful, terrified eyes. “Willa, I swear, everything will be okay.” I dipped my head, but jerked back at the last moment, annoyed at continued impulse to kiss her. “Do you believe me?”

She cocked her head at me, mostly likely trying to ascertain if I was bullshitting her to calm her down, but eventually nodded her head. Fuck, she was sweet.

There was a pounding at the door and my mindset was starting to switch into mission mode. I needed to be all business and worrying about Willa couldn’t be a part of it. “I’ve got to go. I’ll be back soon, I swear. Get some sleep.”

I gave her another kiss on the mouth, and she grabbed my wrist. “Please don’t kill my sister,” she whispered.

I grimaced but nodded.

I could promise not to kill Lily, but I wasn’t sure if I could promise Cullen wouldn’t.

Cullen and I drove silently toward Belmont harbor. I could practically feel the hostility rolling off of him.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I finally snap.

“What’s my problem? What do you think? You forget what the fuck we’re doing here, Kill? Are you forgetting our promise to Mac over some fucking gash?”

His demeaning reference to Willa had me clenching my fists, but I reined it in. “First of all, watch your fucking mouth, dickhead. Willa is the one who got us this fucking lead. Second, I’m here, right? Of course, I want to get revenge for Mac. So what if I was fucking Willa in the meantime? You were drinking and getting laid, too, you hypocritical motherfucker.”

He frowned, probably annoyed I’d made a point. “I don’t like it. You’re losing your focus. She makes you lose your focus.”

“She’s not doing dick. I’m focused, you’re just being an asshole.”

He grunted, but since we were pulling into the harbor, he dropped it. We got out and met the three members of our Alpha team. They were our best security operatives, hand-picked from guys we’d worked with in the military or in our mercenary days.

They knew Mac and knew what this mission meant to us. It was fucking go time.

One of the guys who knew the layout of the harbor got us to the slip number we needed. Fortunately, it was the middle of the night and there weren’t many people around, but I had a needle filled with my little narcotic cocktail in case I needed it.

We all pulled out our weapons and approached the small yacht cautiously. Lily didn’t seem to have much history with violence according to our research, but desperation made people unpredictable.

We heard a noise and stilled our movements. There was someone inside.

Cullen gave me a hard look. “You ready to do this?” he asked in a low voice, but I knew what he was really asking. Was I ready to do what it took to avenge Mac, even if it meant torturing Willa’s sister? Killing Willa’s sister?

“Yes.”

Chapter 17

Willa

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