Page 32 of From My Past
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Ask him to leave. Tell him your debt has been repaid three or four times over and he needs to forget you exist.”
“Do you think that will work?”
“No, not a chance.” Kieron said with a chuckle.
“What will you do then?” Kieron sighed. He probably knew what I was trying to get from him. I didn’t want Kieron to get hurt, I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.
“I won’t be the one to strike first.” He promised me and led me out of the room.
* * *
Luca was shouting so loudly that I could hear him the moment we stepped off the elevator. Kieron assured, promised and vowed to me that Luca would not see me through the glass, but I was still terrified. This man who had been my own personal Devil, my own torturer for months, for years, was angry and my body was conditioned to cower and protect myself.
“No one but me comes close to her, understand me?” Kieron barked at one of the guards next to the room I guessed they were holding Luca in. His curse words were flying and free intermixed with Italian. He was livid.
“Sure man.” The guard answered and gestured for me to follow him to the next door. I had a death grip on Kieron’s hand, holding it so hard I was surprised he hadn’t gently pried it off yet.
“He’s good, you’ll be safe.” Kieron whispered.
“What about you?”
Kieron chuckled and kissed my forehead softly. “No harm will come to me. Go with Cillian. He will make sure you’re safe and you will be able to hear and see us.”
I nodded slowly, scared to let him go into the same space as my abuser. What if they talked and Kieron changed his mind?
“Go, baby.” He whispered and gave me a nudge to the man he called Cillian.
“Be careful.”
“For you.” He flashed me a panty-dropping smile and walked through the door, making sure that no one could see out of the room.
“Miss.” Cillian said, holding his arm out to have me enter the adjoining room.
Kieron promised.
So, I went in.
Chapter Eleven
Kieron
Iknew she was nervous. How couldn’t she be? But I needed to do this, for her and for myself.
The fucker had turned himself over basically, walking into his enemy’s lair with minimal protection and I was itching to give him the beat down he deserved.
“Well, well, well. You must be Kieron Tavish. The little crybaby of the Irish mafia. The bitch must have whored herself out in order to get in here with all of you hiding her from me.” The sad sack of shit was seething, his anger making his words difficult to understand with his accent. Fuck, that was annoying. I’m sure that it didn’t help that the two of us were next in line for our respective, proverbial thrones and I was rising through the ranks quicker and more respected than he was.
“Well, Luca Garzino. What brings you here?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and choosing to try and go as long as possible without bringing up Talia.
“You fucking know why I’m here. You have her. She’s mine, give her back.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about. But if you’ve lost a woman, I think it’s best to just cut your losses. You obviously aren’t great at keeping them…satisfied.” I said with a smirk and sat in the chair across the table from him. My men hadn’t cuffed him, but he was roughed up. He obviously put up a good fight. His oily hair was all out of place and his nose was bleeding. It definitely looked broken.
“Don’t fuck with me, Tavish. I tracked her phone and her GPS tag. She’s here. Little bitch ran and cried wolf. Now turn her over.”
That was interesting. I figured about the phone, as much of a pain in the ass he was, he wasn’t stupid. But the GPS tag; was it an implant, a piece of jewelry, sewn into her clothes? I’d have to look later.
