Page 79 of Killian

“Thought we would change it up this time.” Bash smirks as the two men walk toward us. “You wanted to meet.”

“I did.”

“I don’t have all day, O’Reilly. What is it that you want?” Bash asks, sounding bored.

“Your sister’s hand,” Killian says as he steps next to me, lightly touching my waist.

“Oh really?” Bash says, raising a brow. “And is that what my sister wants?”

“She couldn’t do any better than me if she tried.” Killian leans down, kissing the top of my head. “Don’t hesitate,” he murmurs for only me to hear.

“See, I don’t believe that. I would think someone Italian would be better than you,” Bash challenges, still leaning on the desk.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and look over my shoulder. I watch as Conor shifts on his feet, unaware of the fact Lo is slowly approaching behind him.

“What do you think, Greer?” Bash asks, pulling my attention back to the matter at hand. “Do you really want to slum it with the dirty Irish for the rest of your life?”

“No,” I say without hesitation despite my dry throat.

I squeeze my eyes tight as Killian tightly squeezes my hip, turning me into him. “Want to try that again, love?”

“I said no,” I repeat myself as I slip my hand inside my jacket, pulling out the small handgun Lo gave me earlier, keeping it out of sight.

“I don’t believe you,” he growls, eyes flaring.

“See what you’re unaware of, O’Reilly, is I sent my sister into your pub. I knew she was your type. When she told me you showed interest, I told her to stay, to do whatever it was necessary to win you over.”

“No,” Killian rasps, shaking his head in denial.

“It’s true,” I say, raising the gun to mid-chest level.

“What are you doing,a ghrá?” he asks, looking down at where I hold the gun.

“Doing what I planned to do all along,” I whisper as I pull the trigger.

My ears ring and my heart races as I watch as Killian falls to the floor, wide-eyed, clutching his chest. His hand pulls away, covered in blood as Conor roars behind me. Lo grabs him from behind, jabbing a needle into his neck.

“What did you do?” Killian rasps through his labored breathing.

“What I had to,” I whisper as I stand over his prone body.

Aiming the gun at his head, I pull the trigger one more time, watching surprise flicker in his eyes before putting an end to this charade.

Greer.Greer.

I think someone is calling my name, but I can’t hear it. My ears are ringing.

I swear after this ordeal, I’m going to have some kind of hearing loss.

I watch as Lo leans down, checking Killian as he slides something into his neck.

I can’t concentrate on anything but the blood. There is blood pouring out of the left side of his head.

Someone jerks me, bringing my attention away from him.

“We have to go,” Bash yells into my ear.

“Killian,” I whisper, the tears now filling my eyes.

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