I sigh audibly.
“I need answers, and if you won’t give them to me, I’ll have to go talk to the devil himself.”
They both kiss me on the cheek, and Knox says, “I want to tell you everything, but it has to be him. Killian is responsible for everything, including getting you out. It’s his truth to tell.”
I get to my feet and nod.
“I’ll be back then. No more secrets.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
KILLIAN
Isit on the edge of the bed with my face in my hands as my mind races. It’s a continual loop of my biggest regret—that fucking night. By the time it all happened, it wasn’t even what I wanted anymore. Why didn’t I get her out of danger before it was too late? Why didn’t I tell my brothers? I considered it, but wasn’t sure if I’d lose them, and the loss was too much to risk. After enough time had passed, I thought she was safe when my buddy never reached out to me. Obviously, I was wrong to think he’d let me know before making a move. I assumed he was too far out of his jurisdiction, or that maybe he didn’t believe me. And now, that assumption has cost me everything. My brothers are only in this house with me to protect her. Had I not gotten her out of the asylum, I probably wouldn’t be on speaking terms with Carter or Knox. Death is not the worst outcome for me. My biggest fear is winning the fight, only to live the rest of my days without them.
There’s no knock at the door as Heather comes barreling through it. And from the look on her face, I’m certain they told her everything. They’ve never broken their word to me before,but I’m not surprised. I don’t deserve any honor from either of my brothers.
“Truth now, Killian. All of it. Or I’m out of here.”
I don’t tell her there’s no way out unless I allow it. I’m the only one with a remote to the basement door, and she’d have to kill me for it. The angry glare in her eyes as she stares at me tells me she’d be willing to end my life for many reasons.
“The truth about what, Killer?”
She moves in front of me, and I stay where I am, not wanting her to think I’m a threat. I’m a sick bastard because seeing her like this gets me hard. I fucking love her fire.
“How much do I owe you?”
I have no idea what she’s talking about or how she could think she owes me anything. It’s the other way around. I owe her. Everything.
“What? Owe me? For what?”
She places her hands on her hips and takes a deep breath as if she’s trying to control her bustling fury.
“Knox said getting me out had a cost. What is the cost? I don’t want to owe you a damn thing. Tell me. What did it cost you?”
I breathe, “Everything Killer. It cost me everything, but you owe me nothing.”
She’s gorgeous, staring up at me, her blue eyes glazed with confusion. I know she’s trying to put the pieces together.
“Killian. What does that mean? What is everything?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“The chop shop. Our contacts. My life. Everything. And it’s worth it all. I put you in there, and it was up to me to get you out. Nobody should question the how, least of all you. I did what I had to.”
A gasp escapes from her beautiful lips as she says, “Your life?”
I nod to the side of the bed.
“Sit.”
She looks worried, as if she doesn’t trust me, and I know she doesn’t.
“I won’t touch you. I swear it.”
Taking a seat on the foot of the bed she moves to the far side, putting as much space between us just short of falling to the floor.
“I went to Father Murphy because I knew from experience that money gives him incentive to do things he normally wouldn’t. I expected a fight to be what he wanted because—long story but that’s how I got Carter out before. He didn’t want a simple fight because he said someone paid a lot of money to get you committed.”
