Page 93 of Pure Evil

“Ninety percent, but she’s a conniving bitch and I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s bluffing.”

I laugh softly. “Either way, she’s of no use to me now. You know what to do.”

Saint nods as I drain the glass and then stand, grabbing my jacket.

“This day is done. I’m off to celebrate with my wife.”

“Celebrate. Your father’s death?”

Saint arches his brow and I smile. “No. The ending of one life and the beginning of another. I’m going to be a father.”

Saint shows rare emotion as he reaches for my hand before pulling me in for a hug.

“I’m happy for you, Kill.”

“I hope to do a better job than my father because any child of mine is bound to have a dark soul, and if I value my life, I’ll treat him well.”

“Him?” Saint shakes his head. “It may be a girl.”

“Then she will be as pure as her mother. Either way, I’m happy.”

As we head downstairs, I think about my father and hate what he did to his own family. Just imagining doing the same to mine leaves an extremely bitter taste in my mouth. Not fucking likely. I will be better. Imustbe better and if I’m not, I’m sure as hell Purity will pull me up on it.

CHAPTER51

PURITY

It’s been two weeks since the explosion and despite losing his father, Killian has been the happiest I have ever seen him. He is a changed man—for the better, and yet I sense the ominous signs of an approaching storm. When he thinks I’m not looking, his expression is tortured. His eyes are loaded with dark intent, and I am nervous about what he hides from me.

When Faith and Jonny left, I promised to visit them soon, and I meant it. We have come so far together; I will never lose touch with my best friend. She is family to me, and she always was.

Talking of which, I stare at the familiar scenery as it flashes past with a mixture of fear and trepidation. I am so nervous to be going home because I haven’t spoken to my parents since I ran on the day the Reapers came to town to rescue Faith and Hope.

I kind of expect the welcome I’ll get, but I am reassured by the man beside me holding my hand so tenderly. He is taking no chances and we are in convoy. A black cavalcade of menace as the three cars travels as one unit, the other occupants trained to kill to protect their boss.

It’s taken me a while to understand Killian’s business. I’ve googled the hell out of mafia and feel sick at what I read. I hate what he does, what his family built their empire on, but the side of him I focus on is the charitable donations he makes and the business he is so proud of. Gold Hawk Enterprises.

However, it’s the other business I’m glad of now. The one that is following us to Heaven to demand answers. I need the darkness and I’m feeding off it because I am returning a woman, not the gullible, naive girl who left for a better life.

Killian works beside me, constantly on his phone and occasionally turning to kiss me softly or check if I’m ok. I don’t mind. I love it when it’s just the two of us. We can shut the world out and pretend everything is normal. It never will be. I realize that and so I treasure moments like this when I can snuggle beside him, glad we made it this far at least.

We took Killian’s plane to the nearest airport. The one where the biker dropped me off when I escaped in the first place. Now I return a married woman with a baby on the way. Now I return with questions and a man who will make certain I get answers.

I return a lot smarter than I left and will not be fobbed off with vague answers and lies. Not anymore.

As the familiar scenery flashes past us, my stomach is in knots as the nerves take hold. Coming home may not have been such a good idea after all because with every kilometer we make, the memories come flooding back.

Killian pockets his cell and turns my face to his, staring deep into my eyes.

“You are strong, Purity. Remember that.”

I nod, not really feeling his words and yet his dark flashing eyes give me the strength I sorely need right now.

His lips touch mine and he whispers against them, “You are my wife, and I will not let you fail.”

“Let me?” I laugh softly. “There you go again. Telling me what to do.”

His soft chuckle against my lips makes me smile as he whispers, “I can try, at least.”

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