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I pause, thinking it over. I want to, but can we? If we get caught, it won’t just be me in trouble. Bash would kill him.

He reaches over, sliding his hand on top of mine. “Please?”

It’s as if the sunlight is being reflected in his eyes as they stare back at me. I’m mesmerized.

“Fine.” I let out a sigh. “But don’t make me regret it.”

“Don’t worry,a ghrá, you won’t.”

I’m pulled out of the memory by another text. Grabbing my phone, I swipe the screen, opening the message.

Killian: Do you trust me?

I hesitate for a moment before responding.

Me: The issue has never been not trusting you, Kill. What did you do now?

Killian: You’ll see.

I groan, rolling off the bed. “He’s always up to something,” I mumble under my breath as I dig into my bag, pulling out my laptop that’s untraceable. Soon enough, I lose myself in my work.

“Killian, thank you for meeting me.”

I offer a curt nod to Bash as I take a seat across from him. Today, we are meeting at a little BBQ joint in Hell’s Kitchen, a neutral zone for us.

“How are things in Brooklyn?” I ask, conversationally.

“Good. Everything good on your end?”

“Yes. I hope this meeting is about our outstanding deal?”

He nods. “It seems you were mistaken. Greer is not in a position to assist you on that project you asked about. I apologize, but will offer Brando in her place. He’s the best.”

I stare at him, unwavering. “I do not make mistakes. It’s Greer, or I can take Matteo out if you’d prefer,” I answer, leaning back, feigning indifference. “It’s your choice, really.”

It’s not his choice. I refuse to let Greer go, so if he still says no, I’ll be forced to kill a man I don’t want to and I will still have to figure out a way to get Greer without starting a war.

Not that I care about starting a war. For her, I would. However, even if she claims indifference to her brother and his family, she cares about them. I can still remember when she found out about Karrisa. Opening the villa door that night, I never expected to find her in the state she was.

“Killian,” Greer sobs, almost collapsing in front of me.

I quickly pull her into my arms. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.”

Picking her up, I carry her inside, kicking the door shut behind me. I take a seat on the couch, keeping her in my lap as she continues to cry.

I didn’t expect the burn in my own eyes or the fire in my veins at seeing this woman hurt.

Biting back my tension, I stroke my hand up and down Greer’s back, letting her get all of her emotions out.

When her sobs turn to sniffles, I pull her head from my shoulder, using my hands to wipe away her tears.

“I’m sorry, Killian. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You can come to me always. I will always hold you while you cry, while plotting the demise of whoever put those tears in your beautiful golden brown eyes. Tell me, a ghrá. Who hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “You can’t say things like that.”

“I can and I will. Now tell me or I will burn every home down between here and your own to find the culprit.”

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