“Gentleman, please behave. We have company.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
KILLIAN
“Killian,” Heather sing-songs my name, immediately catching my attention. I glance toward where she stands in the bathroom, holding her red dress up over her tits.
“Can you help me?”
I grin, “Take it off? Of course. I’d be happy to get you naked.”
She scolds me with nothing more than a look.
“We are already late. Enough with your nonsense.”
I walk over to her and motion for her to spin around.
I tie the back of the dress while I dip down and inhale the scent of her neck.
“I don’t remember you calling it nonsense before, baby.Oh Killian. Harder. Faster. More. More. ‘Nonsense,’ I don’t recall.”
Turning back around, Heather slaps my chest.
“Be serious. Do I look okay?”
She brushes the sides of the fabric as I shake my head.
“You’re gorgeous, Killer. You couldn’t be only ‘okay’ if you tried.”
Grabbing her hand, I pull her out of the bathroom.
“Come on. Let’s go see your friend.”
I take her hand in mine and we walk outside into the cool air. Placing my arm around her, I rub her naked shoulder.
“Are you cold?”
Looking up at me, her eyes sparkle with joy, and I feel a pang in my chest as I think of what’s to come. Heather is happy right now, but I’m not sure we can keep her that way. Once again, whatever happens—I’ll be the one to blame.
“I’m not cold. Besides, it’ll be warmer inside the house.”
She stares at the rose garden longingly, and I squeeze her waist.
“We can have lunch out there tomorrow if you’d like to.”
Placing her arm around my back, she leans her head against my side while she exhales a soft breath.
“Thank you. I would love that.”
I knock on the door and am surprised by the person who opens it. A blonde with pale blue eyes stares at us with a beaming smile. Placing her hands on her hips, jutting one side out, I chuckle because she reminds me of Heather a little. She grabs Heather’s wrist and yanks her into a tight hug. It’s not until this strange woman releases my girl that she identifies herself.
“Hi!” she says with an infectious giggle, “I’m Bella, Reaper's wife.”
I stare at her, taking in the petite blonde, and try to picture her taking Frank's life, and it just doesn’t add up. Maybe she had a gun. We were never given many details. The PI we hired didn’t have more information other than that he was dead. We desperately wanted to find him and torture him for what he did to our mom and Carter. I always hoped it was painful, but now that I stare at his killer, I’m afraid it wasn’t.
“Come in and I’ll introduce you to the other brat you haven't met yet.”
Glancing at Heather, I warn her.
