Killian's POVI sighed. Not in the soft ‘I-have-to-chill’ but in the ‘I-need-a-break’ way.Stephen has begun working on Katie's case again, which was actually the whole intention of coming to his place so we weren't walked in on by the vultures—if that word even existed. I stretched out on his dull blue couch that didn't match the brown rug on the floorboard. To be honest, his entire house was cozy but a bad color riot.“You can't keep sighing like a woman who has all her kids in ca oma while I'm here doing all the wor,” Stephen said from over the couch. I could imagine the look on his face, that of disapproval. He would shake it and make a pitiful sound afterward. “tch..”There it was…“That’s the whole point of hiring you my guy, if you haven't given it much of a thought. That's why you get paid to rumble around the pack's gossip till we find out the exact issue—”“Hannah Christine Martins didn't get a burial. And there is no record of being cremated at any of the mortuaries in the
Killian's POV“Hey…” I said to her the moment her door swung open. She was in a jade green face mask and blue bathrobe that slit down her chest exposing the curves of her fair breasts.“Well, don't just stand there, give me a kiss or something and come in…” She leaned in for a kiss and I made sure to make it short before pushing her aside gently, letting myself in. Her apartment was dimly lit with soft French music playing in the background. She somehow made her suite appear even more cozy than mine.“What should I get you?” she muttered into my ears from behind, her breasts pressing into my back. I could feel my pants tighten almost immediately from the contact.“Water!” I blurted the words out in a thin voice that I wasn't so proud of. Ana walked in front of me, a slight look of disapproval on her face as she repeated, “Water? Seriously??” “Yeah. I already had some strong stuff to drink so uh, I'm good I guess…” She didn't push further, nodding at my statement and exiting the leav
Killian's POV It wasn't my proudest moment but I wasn't gonna take it back. It felt somewhat like a payback for inviting my parents over without my consent.I could imagine it, the yellow tape at my back as the crime scene was investigated, if only this went wrong.I mindlessly searched for my phone while simultaneously searching my memory for the last time I had seen it. My brain was more lazy than my fingers were. Thankfully, I found it in my front pocket. I dialed Stephen’s number and he picked after the third ring.“You just left my place, Killian. What could you possibly want?” I could hear the wrecking fatigue in his voice.I shook my head, a sad attempt to clear the overhead haze that kept swinging me in directions I didn't want to fall in. I decided to rest my back against the wall outside her suite, looking side to side to see if anyone was coming.“I think I just did something shitty and I feel sick in the depths of my stomach..” I muttered into the phone.“You mean aside f
Author's POVKillian couldn't sleep.It was the morning of the gala which they had used basically two weeks to plan. Well, most of the planning was done by Melissa and her team while he just approved their budgets while asking himself, ‘Will Mother like this?’Some part of him wanted to please his parents even though he knew that would be like Ice skating on a volcano. A man who had achieved success like his father and a woman with that much ego and OCD could never truly be pleased. He rushed through his religious morning routine, staying longer in the gym so he could work out the restlessness that wormed its way into his muscles.He was able to make it to the office before it was 11 am. Only a handful of his workers were around along with Melissa who was in casual clothes for the first time.“Woah…” Killian muttered, holding on to the door handle as he watched her type away on her phone while she was still in some kind of pajamas.“Are you wearing pajamas?” He had to ask after not b
Katie's POV My belly crumbled for the third time in a row. I haven't gone downstairs for Breakfast yet, which was like four or five hours ago. I don't know how to explain it because I was definitely hungry but the butterflies were way bigger. It kept me on my bed staring at the speech paper Melissa had printed out for me the other day at her office. The fold lines were bold, telling that it had been neatly kept until my anxiety needed something to feed on.Maybe I was having cold feet, it had to be. I couldn't face Donald and Joanna, I feared they would see through me, Joanna especially. Some days I could swear that woman was a freaking witch and wouldn’t confess to it.I found myself craving for my workplace, company, anything really that just sitting on my bed and waiting for the clock to strike 7 PM.I couldn't do it anymore, looking at the clock every two minutes or scratching the edge of my nail with my teeth, so I picked up my phone lying somewhere on my bed and dialed the firs
Melissa's POV I ended the call abruptly. The bag containing Katie's outfit was still dangling from my hand. I exited the shop only to find her standing on the other side of the gallery looking into her phone while two other boys stood beside her. At first, I couldn't tell if she was with them or if they just happened to be standing close by till one of them spoke to her.“Shit shit shit…” Why did I end the call?!I looked back into the store, people still looked at me wearily.“I am fine,” I said to them and everyone went back to what they were doing.Thinking fast, I dialed her number again. She picked it up immediately it began to ring“Hey, sorry for that, I kind of bumped into someone and my phone fell but all is good—” An older woman strolling by gave me a judgemental look.“Mind your fucking business.” I snapped at her in a lower tone.“I should mind my fucking business?” Katie repeated perfectly even though I had covered the mic from being heard.“No! Not you, some nosy woman
The Huxleys.Killian's POV“Killy bear, why didn't you wear the green tie I sent last month, it would have been a dashing fit with your awfully plain white collar T-shirt. And those shoes—”“They are called Converse, Mom. Sure you have heard that that is what people wear to casual occasions.”My mother rolled her eyes, complaining about something else while I had decided to take a longer route by leg to My Café.Yes, I was making Mr and Mrs Huxley Brown take the road by foot to My Café where I had promised them it would be a decent place to have lunch. In my mother's book, My Café wouldn't even make it to the top 250 decent restaurants and diners she has been to all over the world. The numbers weren't randomly guessed, she actually made and self-published a lethal article about the several restaurants and diners she had visited over her three months relaxation spree.“Are you sure you are going the right way? I can't see a single hint of anything remotely fancy, just dandy and old.” S
Killian's POV “You will get to see her tonight," I told them."She's crazy.” “Killian you would say no such thing to a girl that loves you with all she has, my mum queried. "Why can't you men appreciate a woman when she is at her purest form, only to complain bitterly about her after you have turned her into a monster from your own handicraft…” I cocked my head to the side, thrilled beyond reason because I knew that wasn't me she was talking about.“I have a feeling that that wasn't for me but I will accept it anyway since this is a civil conversation," I said. “Hey, another! Make it a bit stronger…” I yelled at the girl behind the counter, knowing very well she was the one I was talking to. She nodded and went to work, only then did I take my eyes off her and focus on my parents. My father had a little glare on his face. It took more than pressing my nails into the walls of my palm to stop the laughter from breaking out.“What she is trying to say is you just have to understand her
Killian's POV I drove both my car into the woods opposite the bend that lent to the tent. I drove it up to a point I felt the visibility would be hard to notice in the thick of the night. The bus could stay where it was. It was a victim in the whole operation anyways. The other bodies I had to lift and dumb somewhere behind a large log of wood of a collapsed tree. After that, I would be left with dealing with whoever it was that was behind this operation. By the time I was back to the tent, she was sitting right in the center of the chair just as I left her, but this time, she lifted her head. Relief filled my body as I saw that she looked way better than I had left her. I mean, the swollen face was still sort of there but she didn't look like she was in pain. “Hey…” She said to me with a small smile. “You didn't think I was going to give in to them, did you?” She asked, after wincing at her attempt to smile. “I am just glad you are alive. My father would have had my head if somet
Katie's POV Just like that, I was a little girl again sitting between my mother's legs as she took care of my hair because none of the hairdressers in the pack were willing to make the hair of the child whose mother was said to be proclaimed a witch. I remember having to cry to my mother every time I got treated differently. And everytime, she would have that one same sad look in her eyes that would fall to the earth. Some days, she would spill tears onto them, other days when she was drunk enough—she was not even close to a messy drunk—she would just laugh it off with more strength and ask me to sit between her legs. There she would tell me about stories I have heard over a 100 times. The thing about these stories was that even though they were the same and I have heard them over and over, over the years, they always improved in detail. There was always something new to be made clearer about her story and not once did I ever doubt the stories she told me severally regardless of the
Killian's POV A whole survey began. Mel was alive. Even though my body was reeking of fatigue, I couldn't stop moving my burning muscles. I dragged both bodies I dropped in the woods somewhere farther away from the path that a car could come through in the woods, did the same to the bodies on the road while also checking their body for the mark of the special force. Each and every one of them had the mark, so it wasn't just a coincidence. They were all special force members acting like they were savages, under the control of…Anna Adam’s command, Shedrack’s mother. I always wondered how she was connected to all of this. Now I know how. She didn't have to deny it, It was clear now that she played her part in keeping me out of the pack. It was just sad that I was going to have to make an example out of her even after knowing her kid. I went into the car to check on Katie. I unlocked the door without announcing and they both screamed for their lives. “Hey hey…it's me!” I raised my han
Killian's POV My senses heightened as I tried to feel all of my environment, but I knew that was panic slippin into my blood streams. The urge to control what was beyond you was always a good prove that you were in the enemy's territory. The calm before the storm was over. Heavy feet landed onto the ground next to me and I didn't hesitate. I went straight for the kill, punching a hole into the wall of the shadow being standing in the night. The cry of pain cut out by my other hand while one was stuck in his gut. His ugly male breath poured in my face as I tried to lower him to the ground in silence without letting the others know. I was walking into a blind fight in enemy territory. I had no idea how many they were or what they were up to, but I knew they were close. The watch tower was never too far from the main camp. I took a deep breath, rubbing my wet arm against the tree and making sure that it stayed that way, away from me. I didn't want to keep wasting time over thinking how
Killian's POV One minute I am thinking about them, then next thing I know, they are flashing in my face looking straight out of a horror show. Katie's dark brown curly locks were wild on her head as she clutched onto Jessica, dragging her down just before I concluded the bend. I wasn't even done processing the fact that I had just seen them in the middle of the road, running in the middle of the freaking night. I collided with two bodies that forced me to bring the car to a halt. I couldn't help but wonder what just happened and where they came out from. One second the road was empty and now I was seeing at least four people. Their bodies dropped right in my face. I mean I was staring right at them when it happened and I wanted to pretend like it didn't just happen. It wasn't until Katie screamed at me, “Keep going! They are savages!” She really was the one I saw…I wasn't hallucinating. “Katie?!!” I called out to her, coming down from the car. “Killian?!!” She sounded so excited.
Killian's POV I was on my way following the same route to Stephen's bunker. The drive alone was way better and driving my personal car out of that godforsaken pack gave me even more reason to not return. I doubted I killed Ana, the fall was enough to make her pass out but not die. Being she was actively betraying me, they would probably find her before she loses more blood than she can afford. Her body was well rested on the ground next to her very ugly flower vase. I refused to not feel bad or guilty about my intrusive thoughts on killing her. But I wanted a ‘I told you so’ moment with my parents after all this was over. I pulled out my phone to call Stephen since Mel wasn't picking up. She wasn't a fan of calling and driving and that didn't come as a surprise to me. Stephen picked up after the first dial. “Hey…are you guys almost here??” He asked the question I was sort of going to ask him about Mel. “No…” I started, staring into the blaring empty road before me. “I am coming al
Katie's POV My throat was hot. The air I was breathing felt choking to my lungs, almost like I was inhaling hot smoke from a burning fire close to my face. I tried to scream but the clothes in my mouth wouldn't help me stop. I dressed away only to find out I have been bound by my hands to my back by a piece of material. The wheels in my head began to spin outrageously as I realized that I was dealing with something way bigger than me. I tried to scream because the more conscious I was getting, the more I was starting to realize that I was in big trouble. I so badly wanted it to be a dream because I couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality. But this, this didn't feel like I was dreaming. “Jessica??” I whispered, hoping she was close to me and it wasn't my captor. “Yeah…” Her voice was weak. “Thank God! Are you okay??” I asked her. “Keep your voice down. They are still around the bus. They got Mel. We need to help Mel.” Jessica said in a weak voice. I could locate
Killian's POV I debated between going back to my apartment for a change in outfit but she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve clean clothes or clean air for the betrayal she was playing in our faces. At first, I was going to let her be. It wasn't forgiveness, I just felt I had way too much on my plate to focus on her till the full implications of her action dawned on me. She didn't give a single fuck about consequences too. That was the funny part. Did she forget the backbone of our marriage contract was based on trust and alliance. There was no time to do behind the scenes in depth research where I could find out how she really came about being a backstabbing bitch and if—my favorite part—her family was involved. That way, I could finally have the evidence I needed against the Andersons. It was unfortunate that my father turned an intentional blind eye to their disloyalty for whatever reason. I alighted from my car, bringing the beanie over my hair further down while keeping my
Joanna's POVThe cameras went off and Donald detached from my body like I was made of fire, he stormed to his office and shut the door behind him while leaving me to settle with the producer. I wasn't composing though, I have been taking care of the ropes for a while now and have gotten used to doing it alone. It didn't change the fact I was exhausted and he was mad at me. I knew why but refused to accept it for a fact because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was lumping all the faults on me, when we both had her inside the entire time. I waited in the living room with an open but untouched bottle of wine beside me, begging to be touched. I just couldn't let them see me falling heavily on the wine as a form of dependency. I painted the strong independent woman picture right from the very face day I found out how much power my father held. I wanted to be in his seat. He warned me that it wasn't for me. That no matter how I struggled to have this life I so dearly wanted, it would