Page 56 of Killian's Vengeance

My heart stopped. Willa. No, even if Martin was Lily’s killer and accomplice, he’d have no reason to go after Willa. “Get Logan in here,” I snapped, feeling sick about where our investigation was leading us.

Cullen nodded and pulled out his phone.

Ian waved at me. “Here you go, Kill. Here’s the tracking for her phone.”

I looked at the screen, unsure if I should be worried or not. “Where is that? Is it one of her friend’s apartments?”

“Where’s her friend live?”

“How the fuck should I know? She goes to UIC, so somewhere near there, I guess.”

“No, this is nowhere near there. See the cross streets? This is way up on the Northwest side.”

“Why the fuck would Willa’s phone be there?” I barked, panic nearly arresting my ability to breathe. If something happened to her after I let her walk out of here, I was going to fucking lose it. If Martin fucking Goddard so much as breathed on her I was going to rip out his fucking tongue and shove it up his ass.

Logan walked in wearing a t-shirt and jeans and looking just as fucking tired as we did. “I got a 911. What’s going on?”

“A lot,” Ian murmured. That was a fucking understatement.

“We brought Lily in, but when we had her locked up, someone got to her and killed her?” I said.

“What? How the fuck did that happen?”

“We’re figuring that out now.”

Logan paced for a moment, then looked over Ian’s shoulder at the computer screen. His head cocked as he stared at it. “Why do you have Martin’s place on the computer?”

Sheer terror shot through me. “Martin’s place?” I roared. “That’s where Willa is.”

“She’s with Martin?” Logan asked incredulously. “Based on what I saw last night, I would have said she was yours.” Logan nodded his head toward me.

“She is mine,” I growled.

“Logan, has there been anything weird going on with Martin lately? Anything suspicious?” Cullen asked.

Logan sighed and sat down in a chair, rubbing his chin. “Yes. I’ve been working with my accountants the last couple of days. It was why I was playing in the club last night. I normally don’t play during peak hours, but I needed the fucking release. We found some irregularities on some of my private accounts. I hadn’t thought of them in years, but since Mac was the one who set them up and safeguarded them, I figured I better have them transferred over to someone else. When I sent them a spreadsheet I had of my assets, it didn’t fucking match. Ten million was missing.”

Every word of Logan’s story sent a new thunderbolt of adrenaline and fear bursting through my system. Willa was in danger. I knew it in the marrow of my bones. I just didn’t know why.

Cullen jumped up. “What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell us about this? We’re your fucking security team, Logan.”

Logan raised an eyebrow at him. “You guys have kind of had your hands full since everything with Mac. I knew you wanted to handle the shit with Lily, so I was giving you space to do it.”

“Why would Martin take Willa?” Ian asked.

I shook my head. “I have no idea. She didn’t know anything about Lily’s life, but he must think she knows something. We have to get to that fucking apartment. Now!”

Rage and terror tore through me in equal measure, fueling the need to wrap my hands around Martin’s throat and squeeze until his brain popped out of his fucking skull. He was going to regret the day he so much as looked in Willa’s direction.

As we rushed to our cars, my mind spinning one terrifying vision of Willa after another, all I could think of was all my stupid resistance and idiotic rules. Not kissing her? Fucking ridiculous. Not running after her when she left crying and upset? Moronic beyond fucking words.

If there was one thing this stupid nightmare with Mac had shown me, it was life was too short and too precious to fuck around. If you wanted something, you needed to be willing to fight to keep it and I was going to fight.

Chapter 25

Willa

Islowly woke up, feeling completely disoriented. I cracked my eyes open, expecting to see Killian’s room. As I looked around the unfamiliar space, everything came rushing back to me. My sister was dead. I’d blamed Cullen and left feeling angry and unsupported by Killian. I’d stupidly agreed to get a ride from Martin. I shuddered as I flashed on a memory of Martin’s elegant features twisted into an expression of hostility and desperation.

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