Page 58 of Killian's Vengeance

“I-I-I just wasn’t sure if Lily got any of the money out,” I gasped out. A lie, obviously, but telling this guy the truth wasn’t going to get me anywhere but stabbed.

He puckered his brow as if he hadn’t thought of that. “Did that bitch already withdraw my money? Fuck, it’s only been a couple of days!”

I was starting to get dizzy from restricted oxygen and frantically tried to pull away from his grip. He looked at me in confusion. “Oh,” he said offhandedly, as if he hadn’t been slowly suffocating me, and loosened his grasp.

“Martin!” I heard a female call out. Martin rolled his eyes and blew out a sigh of annoyance as he pulled away from me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Cara appeared in my eye-line, looking much the same as when she left The Red Room. Tight, black, midriff baring t-shirt, a short black skirt, and a full face of makeup. “I wanted to see that bitch bleed.”

So much for our happy reunion.

“I told you to stay away until I handled it.” I found it incredible that Martin could talk through a jaw clenched so tightly.

Cara thrust out her chin and put her hands on her waist. Her eyes were flashing with anger and jealousy. “I saw you flirting with her, Martin. I’m not leaving you alone with her when she’s chained to the fucking bed.” She then turned to me, her crimson-colored lips curled back. “It’s already bad enough that you got me fired. Do you know how the girls hit on him? I have to keep my eye on him all the time.”

I frowned. “Weren’t you with Killian?” I asked, though I fucking hated to say it. The thought of Killian touching this woman made anger flow through my veins like lava.

“Yes, but that was for Martin. He figured it would be best if I was around, overhearing conversations between Mac, Killian, and Cullen. We needed to make sure they didn’t know what we were doing.” She shrugged. “I never actually learned anything from my spying.”

The “we” she was referring to must have been Lily, Martin, and her. “You were all working together?”

“Not exactly. Lily didn’t know about Cara. I just said I was using her to keep an eye on Killian and Cullen. She found out about us after I killed Mac. It’s why she stole my fucking money, the jealous cunt.”

“Why did you kill Mac?”

“Because he found out! That nosy asshole figured out I was embezzling Logan’s money and was going to rat me out. I had to kill him. I wasn’t going to let anyone stand between me and the money I fucking earned.” I could certainly make the argument that he hadn’t actually earned any of it, but it didn’t seem like an argument that would get me anywhere but dead.

As if he was just remembering that I was supposed to know where that money was, his hand resumed its previous position at my throat.

“Okay, Willa. You have approximately ten seconds to tell me where my money is, or I will start providing you with very painful motivation.”

His expression was serious. Deadly serious. I glanced at Cara, but instead of compassion or maybe guilt, I found her pretty lips twisted into a satisfied smirk.

Bitch.

My mind scrambled to think of where Lily could have left it. “What about her boat?”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Are you fucking deaf? I knew about the boat. She said only you know where the book is. So, where the fuck is it?”

As he asked, the tip of his knife started to dig into my flesh under the right side of my jaw. I felt more drops of blood slide down the side of my neck and knew I needed to think of something fast because he was losing it.

“Tell me!” he screamed in my face.

“She didn’t tell me anything! I don’t know where your money is, or your book or any of it!” I finally blurted out, unable to come up with anything with him screaming in my face and poking me with his knife.

“She’s lying, Martin! She has to know,” Cara accused. God, she knew how to hold a grudge.

“I’m not! Lily and I weren’t close. She set me up to be kidnapped. You know that, Martin, you have to know it.”

His lips pressed together in fury. He knew I was telling the truth, that Lily had set me up. I thought he might believe me, but then he started shaking his head. “I know you saw her, Willa. I know you went in to talk to her. That’s when she told you.”

I paused, unsure of what to do. What if I convinced him I didn’t know anything, and he killed me because now I knew everything he’d been up to? That concern was gaining in credibility as I considered his murderous track record. He would definitely kill me if he thought I was of no use to him.

“Okay, she told me.”

“I knew it! Where the fuck is it?” he leaned even closer, his expression avid and greedy.

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