Page 38 of Killian

“Yes, there have been some whisperings of someone that opposes you receiving anonymous tips regarding your business. I would look internally from the sound of it.”

A traitor. That was what we have been leaning toward as well, but it seems too easy.

I mull over his words. “Is there anything I need to be made aware of?”

“Cops were called on the O’Malleys again. This time the arguing escalated, and she had to be rushed to the hospital where surgery was performed. Her family called and asked me to give last rites as they will remove her from life support tomorrow. She was just eighteen to his forty,” he says gravely.

“I’ll take care of it,” I promise. As I go to say something else, the curtain moves. I can hear Conor’s murmured voice from outside. Hand on my gun, I start to draw as she slips in.

“What in the fuck, Greer,” I growl, putting my piece back into place.

Ignoring me, Greer sits on my lap, facing forward.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been one month since my last confession. In that time, I have fallen off the wagon and had premarital sex again. That fucking Irishman just knows how to convince me to let my guard down,” she sighs.

I feel myself harden beneath her. “Greer,” I hiss.

“Seriously, everything about him makes me want to take a walk on the dark side. We already know I toe the line with what I do for work,” she says as she grinds herself onto me. “But earlier, as I was trying to convince myself for the millionth time that he isn’t good for me no matter what my heart says, I see him walk into a church. Not just a church, Father, but a Catholic church. Maybe he really is a good Catholic boy underneath that bad boy exterior.”

I slip my hand around her mouth, preventing her from saying anything else. “Enough.”

Fuck, my dick is harder than it ever has been. For half a second, I consider telling the good Father to leave so I can spank her then fucking take her ass.

“May almighty God have mercy on you, and having forgiven your sins, lead you to eternal life. Amen,” the priest says with laughter in his voice as I push her out of the booth.

“I’m sorry about that, Father.”

“All is forgiven, son. I like her.”

“I fucking do too,” I whisper as I exit the confessional.

Instantly, I spot Greer leaning against the stone wall with a smirk on her face. Conor’s not far from her, his eyes never leaving her once.

Good, he’s taking his job seriously.

“What are you smiling about?” I ask as I pull her into a dark corner.

“Who would have thought I would find you in a church, let alone a confessional,” she teases.

I push her back into the rough wall, kissing her. “How did you find me? Are you stalking me? I have to admit,a ghrá,that’d be hot,” I ask, breaking the kiss.

“Well, I could tell you I was lonely and decided to go on a find Killian field trip, but that would be a lie.” She kisses the underside of my jaw. “Nah, I was really just on my way to the toy store down the street. I’m stopping by Gio and Izzy’s here in a bit and I want to get the kids something.”

“They are raising Karrisa’s children, correct?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“They are.” She nods.

“Well then, you best be on your way. I still have some business to attend to,” I say, pulling her from the corner.

She pouts. “I was looking forward to sinning in a church. Maybe next time.”

My dick fucking jumps at her words. Fuck, she’s a dirty girl. I love it.

I love her.

We walk through the church, hand in hand, and meet Conor at the door. He slips out first, scanning the area before giving us the go-ahead to walk out. Reluctantly, I let her pull her hand from mine, fighting the urge to grab it once again.

“Have a good day,a ghrá. Don’t forget, I’ll be punishing you later for this little stunt,” I say under my breath.

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