Page 1 of Killian

“My sister isn’tfor sale, O’Reilly.”

The words ring through my ears as I walk down the corridor.

“Boss,” Conor says, breaking me from my thoughts.

I slice my hand through the air, silencing him. He bows his head in apology. Conor steps outside ahead of me, checking for a threat. Once the coast is clear, he opens the door of the car and I walk out and slide in without any fanfare. He slides in next to me and knocks twice on the divider.

The driver takes off and I lean back in my seat, taking my first real breath in an hour.

“Speak,” I demand the third time Conor shifts, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Was that wise?” he says under his breath, trying to keep the conversation between us.

“Are you questioning my authority?” I raise a brow.

“No, never.” He shakes his head adamantly. “But you and I both know that Greer won’t be happy.”

“Greer doesn’t know what she wants.” I wave away the thought.

“Are you sure, boss?” He smirks. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure she told you to eat shit and die the last time you spoke.”

“She was angry and her temper got the best of her.” I shrug.

“At least be honest and admit that you want her for yourself.”

“I will admit no such thing,” I scoff. “Now tell me, did the product come in on time and get sent back out?”

Headphones in,I lay on a blanket under an olive tree and let the breeze cool my warm skin. I watch the sun peek between the branches as they sway, my mind at peace thanks to the exhaustion of a hard day’s work.

“Cat.”

“Not now, Enzo,” I groan at my guard. Usually he gives me the space I need when we’re here at home, but sometimes he pops up when I least expect him to.

“Greer,” he says again as he steps next to me, looming over me.

“You’re blocking my sun,” I snark as I pop an earbud out, making him sigh.

“Why can’t we ever do things the easy way?” he says aloud, more to himself than to me.

“Sit.” I pat the blanket, turning my face back toward the sun, and shut my eyes.

I feel Enzo sit next to me.

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“Mr. Catalini would like to see you in his study.”

“Why?NonnoandNonnashould be gone by now for dinner.” I frown.

“All I know is I was told to find you.” He nudges my hip before standing. “We shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

“You mean,Ishouldn’t keep him waiting.” I sigh, holding my hand out to him. Wordlessly Enzo pulls me up and gathers the blanket.

“Grazie.”

We walk side-by-side back toward the estate. Past row after row of olives as workers mill around. Workers call out, waving at us as we pass.

“They love you,” Enzo murmurs for only me to hear.

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