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“You’re not here. I watched her kill you.”

“I’m alive, you eejit. I promise,” Killian reassures. “We will explain everything once you calm down and you get the clear from the lady doc.” Killian nods toward Mia. “Thank you for taking care of my boy,” he tells her.

“It was my pleasure.” She smiles. “All I did was hook him up to an IV and monitor his vitals. Trust me, I spent more time reading than anything else.”

“Well then, I hope it was a good book.” Killian smirks, making Mia blush.

“No flirting with my woman, Irish. I’ll be forced to kill you myself this time,” Lo says dangerously low as he steps next to Mia.

“Hey you.” She smiles up at him as he leans down, kissing her.

“Mio piccolo angelo,” he murmurs, making her blush.

“You get Henderson taken care of?” I ask softly.

“We did. He had a quicker death than he deserved after what he did to you, but I couldn’t be away from you for long. You have nothing to fear,” Killian says, brushing stray hair away from my face.

“Good.”

“Greer,” Bash says.

I turn toward him and watch him stride into the room.

“You need to be more careful.”

“I know,” I say, looking away from him. “It won’t happen again.”

“No, it won’t,” he says, rubbing his face.

“If anything happens again, I’ll take care of it. You have my word,” Killian tells him.

“Let’s just hope next time you won’t need me to clean up her mess with you,” Bash spews, walking toward the door. “Dinner, tonight. Bring the Irishman.”

“I’ll think about it,” I yell as he walks away.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” Lo laughs softly.

I followGreer inside as she walks into my place.

“What now?” she asks as she tosses her purse onto the couch.

“Now we unwind for a little while before we have to leave again,” I say as I approach her.

Greer crosses her arms, trying to hide the shaking of her hands.

Adrenaline crash.

I unfold her arms, grabbing her hand and pull her toward my bedroom. We cross the room into the master bath. I pick her up and set her on the counter.

“What are you doing, Kill?”

I ignore her question and move across the room, starting the bathtub. As the water fills, I grab some bath salts and pour some in.

“Strip,” I demand as I unbutton my shirt.

“Kill,” Greer drawls.

I look over my shoulder and see her biting her lip, staring at my naked back. I undo my pants, kicking them off. Crossing the room, I reach for her top and remove it.

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