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Killian
Furious.That was the only way to describe the blood pumping through my veins. That bitch. If she was a man, I’d shown her exactly how pissed I was. Her crocodile tears were horrid and didn’t get past me in the slightest. She cared about no one but herself.
She’d get hers. Her time was coming.
Three times that woman put mine in danger. Two of those times she got hurt.
Never again.
Never.
Ellie was mine, and not a damn person on this planet would take her away from me or hurt her ever again.
“You sure this is it, Killian?” Ollie asked from the passenger seat of the SUV.
The two-story house appeared to be a home for June Cleaver, but I knew better than most that the outside always concealed what was behind the walls.
There was a nice looking car in the driveway, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary. It wasn’t overpriced for the area or give me any clues to what was behind the doors.
Children were outside playing in the front yard next door, and two doors down across the street an older lady was working in her flower bed.
All appeared normal. Nothing was ever normal.
Viktor was a big roller. Had been for as many years as I could remember. He didn’t come to our town often, and when he did, it was only briefly. I’d kept tabs on the man because I didn’t trust him any further than I could throw him.
While I tried to have eyes on him, he was like a snake—slippery as hell, moving from place to place, and never staying long.
Three of my guys had just called in telling me the locations Viktor usually went to were clear.
This place, though, wasn’t on our radar. It wasn’t even a blip. He was damn good at hiding it, and that shit was going to change.
He needed to be here so we could put an end to this clusterfuck and move the hell on. My woman didn’t need to be looking over her shoulder every two seconds. She should be at her bar, doing what she did, laughing and having fun. Although flirting with the other guys, that she probably didn’t even know she was doing, that would be coming to a dead halt and fast.
“Yeah. It’s the exact spot Khloe said.”
“That bitch set us up? Cause I wouldn’t put it past her,” Ollie said my thoughts out loud. There was a strong possibility of that. Who the hell knew what Khloe was into outside of all this shit.
“Recon.”
Pulling off to the side of the road down the road a bit, I threw the truck in park. Grabbing my bag, I pulled out the microphone and other tools. We were going to listen and see who was in that damn house. True, there would be interception from the other houses, but if our luck was good, I’d be able to single the asshole out.
Putting on the headphones, there was a ton of static. I moved the dials this way and that, trying to get a read from the house.
A loud screech came in my ear, jarring me for a moment. Not a person, just a machine malfunction.
After maneuvering the knobs more, it happened. His voice came over the speaker loud and clear. That motherfucker.
“That bitch,” Viktor said, raging. “I’m going to gut her like a fish!”
“Sir…”
A loud thwack. “No. No words. My guys won’t talk, but that bitch Khloe will. Anything to save her ass. That cunt.”
“Boss…” the other man tried, but was interrupted again. I nodded to Ollie to make the calls that this was our spot.
“No! You find them. You get whoever the hell you have to on that phone, and you get those two bitches to me in an hour! An hour.” Another loud sound came from their end, but I couldn’t quite tell what it was.
“Right, sir.” Then there was a bit of shuffling before what sounded like a lamp shattering against the wall.
