Maybe her father’s right about me, after all. I am a piece of shit.
Guilt and shame have me heaving again, clutching the toilet bowl for support as my eyes water and my throat burns.
I’m the biggest asshole on the planet.
She doesn’t deserve any of this, she doesn’t deserve to be used like this.
Every man in her life has hurt her one way or another, do I really want to be another one on that list?
What happens to me if I don’t go through with my plan? What happens to the club? What happens toherif I do?
It all boils down to a choice. One single decision that could change everything for all of us but a decision I need to make.Fast.
Kaia. Or the club.
26
I wake to the stillness of Killian’s darkened bedroom, the only light seeping through the crack in the curtains across from me, casting the room in soft shadows. The other side of the bed is cold, perfectly made like it hasn’t been slept in and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed to find him not there.
The bed sheet covering me has slipped down my body, the cool chill in the air has my exposed nipple and I shiver from the cold. My fingers brush over my breast and I’m hit with the memories from only hours ago, remembering how good Killian’s hands felt on my body. Exploring. Teasing.
Worshipping.
I felt so high I swear there was no way I’d find my way back down. He drew sounds out of me I never knew I could make. Had me feeling things I’ve never felt, but above all, he made me feel safe.
No one’s ever made me feeltrulysafe before.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand. It’s three in the morning and I squint against the harsh light from my phone. I have a string of messages from Fi asking if I’m okay, one from my father telling me to come home. I make a mental note to text Fi back first thing in the morning while opting to ignore my father.
It’s the message from an unknown number that spikes my pulse.
What the fuck?
I send off the message but it fails to be delivered. Instead, I hit the call button, waiting for the dial tone that never comes. All I get is an automated message to tell me the number is not available.
Figuring it’s some silly joke from one of Killian’s ex-lovers, I toss my phone back onto the nightstand and roll over onto my side, bringing the sheet up to my neck as the pull of sleep has my eyes drooping closed.
Just as I’m drifting off a sound has my eyes snapping wide open. It’s faint, so quiet and so brief I’m not even sure I heard it at all. Maybe I just imagined it?
I hear it again and I bolt upright.
It sounded like a moan.
I climb out of bed, fumbling around in the dark for Killian’s t-shirt lying discarded on the floor and tug it over my head.
Leaving the room, I pad across the landing in search of Killian. A door to the right is ajar and that’s when I hear the moan again. It’s a tortured moan, one of pain and fear.
The door hinges let out a little squeak as I push it open, stepping inside the room.
It’s a small box room with nothing in it except a compact dresser under the window and a thin single mattress on the floor pushed up against the wall where Killian lies on top.
What is he doing sleeping in here?
“No.Stop,” he mumbles, his body twitching and jerking in his sleep, his mind trapped in a bad dream.
“Killian?” I go to him, dropping to my knees beside him.
Next to the mattress is a small lamp placed in the floor. I flick it on, bathing the room in a soft orange glow, allowing me to see him clearer.
