“So, because you didn’t throw the fight, he’s going to kill me?”
“No,” Carter growls, “I won’t let them fucking touch you.”
Killian holds his hand up, silencing the room.
“We are not going on the attack before they do. Nobody-” he glares at me, “That fucking includes you, Killer, is to leave this house alone.”
Knox leans forward with his beer hanging from his hand and shakes his head at Killian.
“They’re going to retaliate. Victor was unconscious, and you kept attacking him. That will have pissed them off.”
Killian shrugs his shoulders.
“You’re right, and when they make a move, we’ll handle it like we always do.”
Downing his beer he turns to me.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go find the Prophet. We all go, or no one goes. That’s the rule. Can you live with that?”
I nod in agreement, because I know there’s no choice. If I argue, I’m not sure what will happen, but I can’t risk being locked away. I have to stop my father.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
CARTER
“Ihave calls to make,” Killian says, and walks out of the room without another word.
“Do you always listen to him?”
Knox chuckles and answers for me.
“We do, because with an organization like this, someone has to take the lead or it’s just a clusterfuck. And we trust Killian with our lives. You can too.”
Without a word, my brother gets up off the sofa, walks behind the couch, and grabs a wine glass from the bar and fills it with Lambrusco before handing it to Heather. She stares at him, appearing dumbfounded.
“There was wine in here the entire time?” She takes a sip, her eyes closing as she takes a deep breath. “How am I supposed to trust a man that’s an asshole just for the sake of being an asshole?”
Knox sits back down beside Heather and pulls her onto his lap.
“Kill is protective, and I know he seems like an asshole, but he’s not. Not really. He acts that way to keep people at a distance. Don’t let it get to you.”
She takes a sip of her wine and swallows.
“I hate him,” she says, and I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince us or herself.
“Words hurt, Killer,” Killian says with a grin, as he walks back into the room.
“Anything we should know?” I ask, referring to the phone calls he said he had to make.
“Jack provided an update. There are bugs now planted all around the Prophet’s property. Inside and outside.”
Heather sits on my brother's lap with her head against his chest, until she pops up to look at Killian.
“Thank you,” she says sweetly, noticeably throwing him off. He rubs his hand down the side of his face, before quickly changing the subject.
“Do you know how to play pool?”
Heather looks at him and shrugs.
