Chapter 4 - Italian?

Killian POV

“Do you have the folders I asked you about?” I ask Elliot, and he nods his head passing me a black folder over my desk. Immediately I open it and pull the stack of papers out of it and start reading.

“Who’s the lass?”, Elliot asks, and I look at him for a split second and then continue reading about her. Elliot is seating on the other side of the desk eyeing me up when Theo walks in without knocking.

“We have a problem”, Theo says as he sits next to Elliot, and looks between us raising his eyebrows. “What happened?”, Elliot asks straight away while I put the bunch of papers down not really believing what I am reading.

“Well?”, I let out, and he looks at me.

“That bastard from the Italians wants a meeting with you”, Theo says and I nod my head slightly. That’s not happening. I am not falling for another ambush. I look down at the papers again and a photo of Ashley smiling appears between the papers. I hold it up in front of my eyes. Theo notices the photo and rips it off of my hands and whistles.

“Who’s the bird?”, he asks, and I take the photo back from his hand, and Elliot tells Theo about the folder I asked on her.

“She’s the reason the Italians want to talk to me”, I blurt it out and both of them have their mouths hanging open. Elliot looks between Theo and me and frowns.

“I don’t understand. When did you meet the lass?” he asks, and I take a deep breath dropping the folder on my desk, and pass my hands through my hair and then my beard. I close my eyes, resting my head back when my phone starts ringing. For fuck sake. Can’t I have a couple of minutes of fucking peace?

“Killian speaking”, I bark at the phone.

“Hello son, I need to talk to you”, I nod my head, close my eyes, and take a deep breath, this is not a good time to snap, or my head could roll. Elliot and Theo look at me with curiosity while I talk to my uncle Bobby. He is the current leader of the Irish MOB in New York City and my leader. I am the next in line. I have been training my entire life, and even though I am in charge of almost everything now, he is still the head of the MOB and nothing is done without his consent.

“I will be there in an hour”, I let out in exasperation and Theo and Elliot stand up with me as I open my top drawer collecting my gun and the rest of my personal belongings. They both eye me up, and I ignore them. I know they have questions, but I am not prepared to give them answers, not after what I read in that folder.

Tobias Mariano is the head of the Italian Mafia and he owns Ashley Walsh. My Ash, the girl with the green eyes, the girl that rocked my world leaving me without a floor to walk at. He must’ve had someone following her without direct orders to interfere, which means she doesn’t know who he is and what he does. He hides behind the CEO mask, just like me. We are rivals, constantly in the territory war. And now, we will be at a war for a woman. I never thought this would happen to me, I have never looked at women like that, like something that I need to live, but Ashley is different, there’s something about her.

As we get inside my car and I turn the ignition on Theo starts. “Are you going to tell us what the fuck is going on?”, he asks, and Theo nods his head in the back seat. I take a deep breath and look at Theo.

“I met her Friday night, and she is….”, I stop talking. “Perfect?” Elliot finishes, and I look at him through the mirror and nod my head. Theo passes his hands through his hair and takes a deep breath.

“Fuck my life, and what do the Italians have to do with this? Is she part of their thing? Is she one of them?”, He asks and I shake my head. I really don’t want to be getting into this right now. I need to find out more, a lot more.

“Get me everything you can find on her, not just the basics, I want to know the name of her best friend growing up, the name of her first pet, everything”, I let out and Elliot nods his head slightly as he starts typing on his phone and Theo stays quiet. I think they understood I don’t want to talk about it with my silence.

As I stop the car in front of the massive gates in front of my uncle’s house and dial the code, Elliot raises his phone in front of my face. “Something is happening at the docks”, he says and I take a deep breath telling him to gather some people and go there with Theo. They both look at me as if I am a three-headed dog.

“Get a move on”, I bark at them, and they both jump out of the car as I stop it in front of my uncle’s house, and they walk towards the garage where there are always spare cars and bikes. I walk into the house and go straight into his office. I knock on the door and he shouts to come in from inside while I hear him shouting at someone. Fucking great.

“Take a seat”, he says pointing at me as he walks pacing around the room talking to someone on speaker phone.

“I don’t care who they are. Get it fucking done,” Bobby shouts, ending the call, and then his fuming eyes lock on mine, and I raise one eyebrow.

“When were you going to inform me about the attack?’, he asks and I shake my head as I lean back on the chair crossing my leg.

“It’s handled”, I let out but he raises one eyebrow looking at me, “What is it handled?”, he asks, and I pass my hand through my hair.

“You’re not going to offer me a drink?”, I ask, and he sits on his chair flipping me the bird. Classy. “Go get it yourself, you prick,” he says as he moves his hands through the paperwork on his desk.

“Why are the Italians now barking at my tree?”, he asks, and I stop my movements as I pour a whiskey into a tumbler and down the content straight away.

“They are barking at the wrong tree, then,” I let out without turning to face him.

“Stop with the fucking shit show and tell me what is going on”, Bobby says and I sit in front of him crossing my legs again holding on to the tumbler with the amber content as I eye him up. The guy has gone old and fat, someday he is going to have a fucking heart attack.

“I met one of their girls”, I say, and Bobby curses under his breath. I shale my head as I start trying to explain that is not like that, not like he is thinking. I don’t fuck everything that moves. I have my regulars, and that’s it. I never go out looking for a new shag. I keep it in the family. So to speak.

“Don’t you have enough pussy already? Now you had to go look for Italian pussy? Are you trying to go international?”, he asks and I shake my head.

“I said I met. I didn’t say I fucked her”, I bark at him and he raises one eyebrow at me in a warning.

“Who’s the woman?”, he asks, and I take a deep breath mentally preparing myself for the chaos that I am about to endure.

“Tobias’s woman”, I say closing my eyes.