Chapter 2 - Love at first sight

Killian POV

"Boss, we are all set," I hear Theo say behind me. I turn around to face him, and he smiles as he walks towards me, his shirt covered in blood. Theo is a sick bastard, and he takes pleasure in torturing people. It makes him hard to see blood and the begging for their lives. I feel bad for the girls he has sex with.

I shake my head as he cleans his hands on his jeans. "Where's Elliot?" I ask, and he shrugs, looking around at the dead bodies all spread around me.

"Fuck, what happened here?" he asks, and now it is my turn to smile. He looks at me with his eyes glowing as I point at a chair at the end of the room. I have captured one of the bastards that tried to kill me today.

"Shall we find out?" I ask, and he smiles, walking towards the guy. He is shaking, his eyes on the floor, and Theo bends in front of him to be at eye level. He is resting his hand on the guy's shoulder.

"Hello there," he says, flashing a smile. I rest my back against the wall as Theo starts to ask all the questions I want answers to. And that's when Elliot walks in.

"What the fuck? I left for five minutes, " he says as he stands beside me. I shrug my shoulders, and he looks around the room.

"Who tried to kill you?" he asks, and I point at Theo, and Elliot nods his head understanding what I mean. I have a vague idea of who it could've been. I think the fucking Russians are behind all of this. But there's only one way to find out, and Theo takes care of it. Once he is done, and the dead body is left on the floor, he walks to me and confirms my suspicions. "It was the bloody Russians. The bastards are getting close. Kill, " Theo says, and I nod. I pushed myself away from the wall and walked out of the abandoned factory where we were supposed to receive the merchandise.

"It was a fucking setup," Elliot says, and I nod my head. We lost a few of our guys, around seven or eight. As I stand outside, crossing my arms, Elliot grabs some petrol and starts pouring everywhere inside and then outside.

"Let's start a bonfire," he says as he flips his zippo and throws it setting fire to the entire thing.

"Keep an eye on things. If the firefighters arrive, keep them out, bribe them, find a way, I need this to be forgotten, no bodies to be found or investigated", I bark at two of my men as they nod their heads. Theo sits in the driver seat inside the black SUV, and I sit next to him with Elliot behind, holding onto his tablet.

"No one will be around to see this burn," Elliot says, and then an explosion is felt right after Theo starts driving. "Fucking hell," Elliot lets out through greeted teeth.

"Where to?" Theo asks, and I look at him.

"I need a drink," I let out, and he smiles and nods. "I could use some ass," he says, and Elliot agrees. For fuck sake, these idiots don't think about anything else but pussy. It's impossible to keep them satisfied.

"You need to fucking change first," I bark, and Theo looks down at his previously white shirt and grins.

"I had some fun," he says, and I look at him shaking my head. Theo drives us to our safe house. I immediately disappear into my office. As soon as I close the door, I walk to my mini-bar and pour myself a full glass of whiskey. I sit on my leather chair behind my desk and put the tumbler down. Passing my hands through my hair and opening my laptop.

I start reading and replying to emails when there's a knock on my door. "Come in," I let out, drinking the last of the contents of my tumbler.

"Shall we go party?" Elliot asks, and I raise my head, nodding it. I stand up, shut my laptop, and walk out behind him. Not long after, we are in one of my clubs. The boys walk straight to the dance floor to find their victims while I sit at the bar.

"The usual boss?" The bartender asks, and I nod without even looking at him. I am not in the mood for a conversation today. I just want to drink and blow off some steam. I haven't told my uncle what happened yet. Bobby is the leader of the Irish Mob. I am the next in line, and I have spent my entire life training for this position. My dad was killed in action, and my uncle took over when I was still a child. My mother dies of a broken heart, leaving me an orphan at the age of ten. I barely remember my dad. But I remember her, her smile and her blue eyes.

I empty the content of my glass and slight it against the bar asking for another one, and automatically it is refilled as I look around the dance floor. My eyes roamed around the crowd as the smell of alcohol and sweat invaded my nostrils. That's when I see her. The most beautiful woman my eyes have ever laid on. She is curvy and sexy, with long light brown hair and amazing green eyes. Her body moved and swayed to the rhythm of the music. Automatically I feel my mouth dry, and my entire body reacts to her body. She smiles, looking at the group of people surrounding her as they dance.

I observe them as they move toward the tables in the back and call the bartender. "Have you ever seen that girl here before?" I ask as I point in the direction she went. He shakes his head as he looks at her.

"Never seen her here, boss," He says, and I nod my head. I need to find out more about that Goddess. I told the bartender to prepare another drink for her and told the waitress it was from me. Once she reaches her table, she puts the cocktail glass in front of the wrong girl, and I frown. For fuck sake. Everyone is fucking idiot. As the waitress points at me, my Goddess's eyes lock on mine, and her face goes bright red. I stand up and walk to the table as the girl smiles.

"Hi," I say as I arrive, looking into the green eyes that have me lost. I have never seen anything like this. She is beautiful, with curves and big breasts, and a big ass. Her thighs will be wonderful ear muffs covering my ears when I get between them.

"Hi," she replies, and the other girl smiles, "Thanks for the drink," she says, and I look at her and nod my head. Too bad the waitress is a fucking idiot and gave it to the wrong girl.

"Would you like to dance?" I ask, and my Goddess's eyes lock on mine, and she frowns, looking between her friend and me. The two guys standing next to them smile, and one of them gives her a little push. The other girl's face drops, and she looks at me in horror, but I ignore her. I want nothing to do with her, and I want her friend.

"I am sorry, I don't…" she starts, but her friend interrupts her, "She would love to," he says, and she looks at him, shocked. I offer her my hand, and I see the hesitation on her face as she grabs my hand. As soon as her skin touches mine, it sends a jolt of pleasure down my body that make my cock wake up from his long sleep. I can't remember the last time I was turned on by someone.

I guide her towards the dance floor, and she stands a couple of steps away from me, but I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her towards me. She gasps as if she wasn't expecting this from me, and she rests both her hands on my chest as we start dancing together, her body rubbing against mine, and I close my eyes as I bend and inhale her scent.

"What's your name?" I whisper in her ear, and she raises her head to look up at me. I tower over her as she is a lot smaller than me, but fuck me, she is beautiful.