Page 44 of Killian's Vengeance

The façade dropped and her expression reverted to her previous expression of icy disdain. “Suit yourself. Men have paid millions for this pussy.”

“Men have paid with their life, you fucking cunt,” Cullen roared.

Lily remained unaffected. Not once did I see a flicker of guilt, regret, remorse or any other emotion that might indicate she had some type of conscience. Not even fear.

“You set your sister up, didn’t you?” The chastised myself for the unplanned question, but had been sitting at the forefront of my mind since we’d captured her. I shouldn’t be bringing Willa into this. This was about Mac. When I looked at Cullen, his irritated expression echoed my thoughts.

Lily trained her lifeless eyes on me and shrugged. “Willa? She’s a nobody. I needed a way out and I thought she’d be useful. Figures, she’d fuck it up.”

“We could have killed her thinking it was you!” I bellowed. I needed to get a fucking grip, but the rage pulsing through my body was hard to contain. This selfish bitch had put Willa’s life at risk and she didn’t give a fuck.

“So? That was the point of using her.”

I stared down at this cold-hearted piece of human garbage and wanted to fucking strangle her. How the fuck was my soft, sexy Willa related to this fucking psychopath?

Cullen looked over at me, his eyebrows raised. I knew what that meant. You fucking done?

“Take her,” I barked at him, interested to see what he might end up doing to her. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I’d known she was bad, but Christ. How had Willa grown up with her, lived with her? This was Willa’s only living family member and she was a certifiable nightmare.

“Gladly,” he said, grabbing her arm to escort her to another room across the hall, more suitable for long term interrogations. In fact, it was the room I was supposed to have taken Willa to after kidnapping her but couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was like her innocence spoke to me from the first minute I saw her.

Just thinking of her sweet, beautiful face made me ache to see her. I knew we had a long fucking night ahead of us. Breaking Lily down was going to be rough. She was missing a lot of the weaknesses that were easiest to exploit in interrogations. She was smart, calculating, uncaring and not easily manipulated. Hopefully, she had a low threshold for pain.

Cullen escorted her to the room and shackled her to the chair that sat in the middle the room, before leaving and locking the door. It was essentially a bare cell. She wouldn’t be getting out.

“You going back in?” I asked.

Cullen leaned against the wall and rubbed his face. His face was lined with fatigue, his eyes red and unfocused. He looked fucking exhausted. “Fuck, it’s like I used all my adrenaline before getting her. Now that we have her, I’m ready to goddamn drop. I’m dying to go at her, but, goddamn, I haven’t slept for days.”

I could see he was conflicted between taking care of his body and satisfying his need to torment Lily on Mac’s behalf.

“Put her on ice for a few hours and get some fucking sleep. The wait will only work to our advantage. She’ll be freaking out by the time you get to her. We’ve done this a million times to prime the pump.”

Cullen nodded. “Yeah, good idea. Let’s catch a few hours and come back to her. That bitch deserves to sit and suffer. She’s a real fucking piece of work.”

I shook my head. “Fucking psycho. I can’t believe she and Willa are related.”

“Makes you wonder what we don’t know about Willa,” Cullen sneered. Asshole.

I glowered. “Fuck off. Jesus Christ, you’re hardheaded. Go get some fucking sleep. You fucking need it.”

“We’re back in four hours.”

“Fine.” I left and went in search of Willa. My urgency to see her was unsettling. There was something strangely grounding about seeing her again, but I also felt like I had been zapped with a live wire. The thought of her presence triggered so many contradicting emotions—serenity and exhilaration, contentment and intoxication.

These fanciful thoughts brought me up short. I needed to remind myself, when this thing with Lily was over, more than likely so was my relationship with Willa.

Chapter 19

Willa

What was happening? I wondered for the hundredth time. Ian had rushed me out of the office when Killian had called, informing him they had Lily. I’d felt a pang in my chest at the news, but my knees were weak with relief that both of them appeared to be okay.

I was in bed trying to distract myself by editing some of my older photos on my phone and wondering if Killian would let me take some pictures of him. His body would photograph beautifully, and I momentarily got lost in all the different ways I wanted to capture him.

An alert popped up on my phone. I was down to ten percent battery. Damn. I’d have to ask Killian for a charger. An impulsive, insane part of me was tempted to do just that. Get out of bed and go ask him for a charger. While he was interrogating, possibly torturing, my sister.

Yeah, no.

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