Page 52 of Killian's Vengeance

He held my shoulders. “Willa, it wasn’t Cullen. Give me a fucking minute and we’ll figure out what happened.”

A thought occurred to me. “What are you going to do with Lily?” I was about to run out of the building, but I couldn’t leave my sister here with them. I had to figure out what to do with her. I had to call the police.

Killian’s lips pressed together, as if he had been hoping I wouldn’t ask. “Cullen’s calling some men to come and get her.”

My jaw dropped. “Get her? Get her and take her where?”

“Look, I’m sorry, Willa, but she was murdered. We can’t exactly call the police or have a funeral for her. We needed to take care of it.”

I was stunned by the cold, matter of fact way he was discussing my sister’s death. “It being my sister’s body?”

He dropped his hands from my shoulders and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yes. We have men to deal with this kind of thing.”

“This kind of thing? Like dead body disposal? That kind of thing? Do you come across dead bodies with such frequency that you have to dedicate an entire team to it?” I screeched. “Oh my god, Lily was right about you. I have to get out of here.”

Beads of sweat started to slide down my back and under my arms. My mind started spitting out one fear-fueled thought after another. This place wasn’t safe, I wasn’t safe. Who was to say I wouldn’t be murdered next?

“Look, Willa?—”

“I could be next, Killian. Maybe someone wants to get rid of me, and since you have a freaking team capable of disposing of my dead body, what’s to stop them?”

His eyebrows slammed together, his hands curling into fists. “What? That’s crazy. No one would dare touch you. I won’t allow it. You’re safe here.”

“I thought Lily would be safe locked in that room, but guess what? She’s dead! I need to get out of here. Just let me leave.” I pushed past him and out the door and toward the stairs to the club. I thought for a moment he might chase after me and I was simultaneously grateful and devastated that he didn’t.

I was a fucking mess.

I got to the top of the stairs and looked around at the empty, brightly-lit club. It was strange to see such an opulent space without the crowds of people, the low, saturated lighting, and the pulsing music. I was also shocked at how clean it looked, considering fluorescent lighting hid nothing and this was a sex club.

I looked longingly at the bar. God, I could use a drink.

I shook my head. No, what was I thinking? I had to get out of here.

I looked behind me, annoyed at myself for still half hoping Killian would follow me, make me believe some story that would allow me to stay. The other part of me was kicking myself for being a big, deluded dummy for even being here in the first place.

“Where are you going, Willa?”

I jumped and turned, my hand landing over my pounding heart. “Oh, Martin. You scared me. I’m going home.” I gave him a sarcastic smile. “That should make you happy.”

Martin raised his hands in an apologetic gesture. “I’m sorry I was such an asshole last night. It’s my job to be the bad guy around here and I was in a bad mood,” he said with a self-deprecating smile.

“Right. Well, I’m leaving.” I start marching toward the door, all my worries slamming to the forefront. I didn’t have my purse, so no wallet, which meant no money. I also didn’t have my keys.

Dammit!

I looked down at my phone. Four percent. Double Dammit!

I was going to have to call Vanessa and stay with her until everything was sorted out. I looked at the time and winced. If she’d even answer the phone. It was only seven a.m.

“What’s wrong?” Martin asked, most likely reading the stress all over my face.

“Nothing. I’m afraid my friend won’t be awake if I call her to pick me up.”

“Look, I feel bad about what an asshole I was last night. My shift is over. How about I give you a ride. Anywhere you want to go.”

I naturally recoiled. Martin seemed like a sleazy douchebag, but I didn’t have a mountain of options right now. I felt tears once again threatening as an overpowering feeling of loneliness crashed over me yet again.

I let out a hard sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

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