Page 63 of Killian

As we walk around the room, I keep an eye on Killian. I don’t miss the way his eyes also follow me. During dinner, I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. Sabato kept me distracted, though. He would make a joke about the presentation or another person in the room, drawing light laughter from me.

When dinner ended, Sabato walks around the room with me, sharing all the silly gossip he’s learned over the years. I don’t miss the way he only tells me trivial information. Nothing of importance other than when we began the night.

“I’m sorry, gorgeous. I need to leave you for a few moments. Will you survive?” Sabato pulls me to the side of the room, whispering to me.

I give him a smile and a nod. “Believe it or not, I can handle myself. Run off and handle your business. I’ll be here when you come back.”

He kisses the back of my hand. “I’ll be back shortly.”

As he runs off, I look around the room again. Killian is on the dance floor now, Cleo in his arms as they have a hushed conversation. I don’t miss the way his eyes glare my way.

Guess he didn’t miss the kiss Sabato just gave me.

Deciding to ignore him, much like he has ignored me all night, I make my way back to the Italians. I recognize Roberto as a capo in this area. I haven’t met him before, but I keep my eyes on the other families, wanting to protect my own the best I can.

“Greer Catalini. I didn’t think you were real the way your brother keeps you hidden away.”

I force a smile at the leering look he shoots me.

“I’ve been studying abroad. Keeping my horizons open.”

His hand reaches up, sliding down my back until it rests just above my ass.

Creep.

I’m about to do something about it when his eyes dart over my shoulder.

Peering over my shoulder too, I see Killian glaring at the man at my side as he strides over to us without hesitation. What I see would be comical if I wasn’t afraid he might commit murder.

“Seems you pissed off the Irish. I think I should take my leave. Thanks for the chat.” I don’t wait for his response, beelining it to the hall where I know the restrooms are.

Enzo meets me. “You, okay?”

“Perfectly fine. Just need the restroom.”

He nods, letting me go.

Once inside, I lock the door and stare at myself in the mirror.

My face is flushed, my breathing coming heavier.

Not only that, but I’m hot.

Watching Killian come toward me with murder in his eyes should scare me, but it doesn’t.

It turns me the fuck on.

I watchher as she makes her way over to Roberto. He’s Italian and obviously knows her, but that’s not what has me muttering apologies to Cleo and rushing across the floor.

No, his hand on her lower back right above her ass has me doing that.

Before I can reach them, Greer glances my way before taking off. She makes it look casual as she presses a hand to his shoulder before turning and taking measured steps toward the side hall.

When I’m standing in front of the man, I glare.

“Killian, nice to see you.”

“I wish I could say the same.”

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