Page 3 of Blinded By Forever
My blood freezes and I furrow my eyebrows at him. “Killian?”
Hayden pockets his phone and walks up to me. “Kind of. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. I promise,” he says, giving me that fake ass smile.
I don’t press.
Not yet at least because the kids are here and I don’t even know what this is about.
It doesn’t always have to be about this Mafia stuff.
Hayden and I have talked about how I think it would be better if he stopped being involved in the Mafia because we have a whole family now and I need to make sure he comes back home to us–to me.
He hides his true emotions as he leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t forget about dinner tonight.”
His hand slides down my back. “I won’t, princess.”
Hayden leaves to get ready and comes back down when breakfast is finished. He steals a piece of Junior’s bacon before kissing all of the kids' foreheads and my lips. He says bye to all of us and then he’s gone.
The front door shuts behind him and I stare at my food while the kids eat and River throws her food around.
I sit there wondering when his promises would stop feeling like they came with an expiration date.
Two
Hayden
Killian’s officealways smelled like leather and a hint of blood. Not fresh blood though, but the old stench of it that is in the cracks of his wooden floors from the countless of lives he’s taken.
The way you can never be free of this life just like the blood never fully leaves from the cracks.
Killian pours glasses of scotch and slides one across the desk to me before leaning back in his chair like he has all the time in the world.
“Someone’s stealing from me,” he says, sounding so sure of himself.
Most of the time he is.
Lately I’ve been helping him with some things.
He’s been preoccupied with Luna and because her grandparents passed, he’s taken full responsibility over her.
And because of that he asked me to help him with some things for money.
I’m not hurting for cash or anything because I still have my fighting career, I simply am helping him so that I can have some time to myself. Being in a house filled with noise and kids is draining sometimes.
I love Jaclyn, God I do.
But sometimes I just need a break just like Jaclyn needs her breaks to write or have some quiet time to herself.
I told her a while ago I was done with this Mafia bullshit especially since we have River now, a baby still.
So I should be thinking of my family and what’s best for them but deep down, there is a part of me that still wants to have some sort of adrenaline rush. Fighting used to give me that but ever since I started helping Killian, I need more.
“You sure?” I raise an eyebrow at Killian.
Killian gives me a look as if I asked him if water’s wet. “The warehouse off of bay 14. Last three shipments came up short, not by much, but enough to make me think someone thinks I’m not paying attention.”
I take a slow sip of the scotch. “What are you thinking?”
He shrugs, looking calm as always. “Inside job possibly. This isn’t an amateur move, it’s subtle, calculated. Someone’s bleeding me slowly.”
