—Killian— "It's Elijah." Lachlan tells me. I look up at him in shock and disbelief. "That's not possible, Elijah would never betray our pack, he's my sister's mate, they are about to get married. Are you seriously telling me that he would harm her on purpose?" Lachlan looks at me and he has a sad look in his eyes. "I'm sorry brother, but apart from Lochlan and Eamon he's the only one that all the evidence points to. You know I wouldn't mention his name unless I was sure." Lachlan has never lied to me before, but he might be wrong. "What evidence?" I ask him. "Remember our plan to have members of the council followed. Well the day I arrived, after I informed them of the drugs and that what I told them should not leave the room. That night Elijah disappeared for a few hours. I just thought that maybe he went for a run, but after Bertha and Iannis warned about someone close to us betraying us I had his phone tapped. And the day I came back h
—Lena— The next day before we leave for Adriana's friend's cabin, I head into the office early in the morning to get some documents and leave instructions for my staff. I really don't know when we'll be back, we'll have to work remotely from the cabin. It's a good thing Killian got somebody to put up a signal jammer at the cabin so nobody can track us. I get to the office and Emma is already there waiting for me. "Oh, Emma, you're a lifesaver. Thank you so much for coming in so early." She smiles. "It's no problem Lena, I'll do anything to help." "Ok, let's go to my office and talk." We both walk into my office and take a seat. "So you're going to take on three of my cases, the rest I should be back before we have to go to court. Kate doesn't have any pending cases in court so the rest she'll meet with them over Skype. And another thing while we're gone you're in charge." I tell her. She looks at me in shock. "Are you serious Lena?"
—Lena— I get back to the house and Killian stops me as I'm about to head to my room. "Where have you been? I was worried sick." He tells me and I can see the fear in his eyes. "I had to go to the office to leave instructions for Emma, Kate was supposed to tell you." I tell him, trying to ease his fear. "She didn't, by the time I woke up, her, Lachlan and Will had left to go to their house to pack." I place my hand on his chest. "I'm sorry for worrying you, I should have told you where I was going. But I'm not the girl I was four years ago Killian, I can take care of myself." He takes in a deep breath and breathes out. "I know you can take care of yourself Lena, and I don't doubt that. But that doesn't mean that I'll stop worrying about you. You should probably pack we leave in an hour." He says and then walks away leaving me standing alone in the hallway. I know he's doing exactly what I said we should do and trying to be friends with
—Killian— The warm breeze filters through the car as we open the windows, enjoying the drive down the Long Island Expressway. Lena's display of toys leaves me absolutely fucking speechless. When she said she has a car, I expected a little bright colored girly piece of plastic with fluffy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. But no, parked in front of me is a Maserati, the exact model I was trying to get my hands on a year ago but was told it was no longer available. Not that I needed another car for my garage, but I wanted this one. And to add to that, I’m still trying to register what she said. “This weekend, you and me. Nothing’s off-limits.” Bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her as softly as I can, holding back my desperation of wanting more. I don’t want Lena to think sex is the only thing on my mind. Your dick will argue that point in a heartbeat. For a Saturday night, the traffic is flowing with not too many cars on t
—Killian— As soon as I head downstairs, Eric runs up the stairs to call Lachlan and Lena. I try to stop him but he barrels past me. A few minutes later all three of them are heading down the stairs. I look at Lena and she smiles down at me, I guess that whatever Lachlan had to tell her was good or he didn't get a chance because of Eric. I walk up to her and put my arms around her shoulders and embrace her. "Are you ok?" "Yea, I am." She tells me embracing me back. “Strip poker time!” He failed to mention earlier it would be strip poker. “Eric, come on, you always end up losing. So, what’s the point?” Lena whines, still stuck in my embrace. Thankfully, it gives me a moment to try to calm my situation down below. We make our way to the dining area, settling around the table.“Eric thinks he’s the poker king after a few sessions with some poker hot-shots in Harlem,” Kate moans, grabbing the bottle of tequila and four shot glasses
—Killian— I blink my eyes. It hurts. But why? I try again. Fuck, it’s the sun causing the pain. There’s a ringing in my ear. I can’t figure it out and every muscle hurts when I try. “Uncle Killian… Uncle Killian?” The voice is getting closer. The ringing is a voice, and my name is being called. “Uncle Killian” I open my eyes, barely able to make out that it’s Will. “Will?” My voice is hoarse, and when I swallow, my throat burns. Tequila, vodka, strip poker—it’s all coming back to me now like a slap between the eyes. "Yes, it's me. Momma said to tell you that you need to get up and that daddy's making breakfast. She also said "to get your wife, whose your wife Uncle Killian?" He asks, looking at me with a confused expression on his face. Oh fuck, Kate must have done this on purpose, how do I explain to a four year old my situation with Lena. So I decided to sidestep the subject for now. "Bud
—Killian— It's late afternoon and everyone has turned in including Kate and Lachlan, so Lena and I are left to babysit Will, not that I'm complaining, he's a great kid. But I'll like some time alone with Lena for us to actually talk. She went inside a few minutes ago to take a call. While Will is busy building his sand castle, I decide to check my voicemail. There's one from Nikki asking where I am that she has to send something to me urgently. I texted her the address to a safety deposit box an hour away from the cabin, that's where we all decided to tell our work if there was any emergency. Lena finally comes out and sits down on the chaise beside me. "Everything ok?" I asked her. "Yea, that was Emma, she had some questions about a case and was wondering if she could meet up with me to discuss it." She tells me. "And? Did you tell her where we were?" I asked her. She gets a smirk on her face. "Don't get your panties in a twist K
—Lena— This hideaway leaves me questioning everything I believe in, everything I said I wouldn’t fall for again. I know I said nothing’s off-limits, but I meant sexually. This other attachment which sort of fell into place I didn’t expect that—the hand holding, the tender kissing, stroking of the hair-type gestures, and the constant questions about marriage.It terrifies me. I was drunk when he put that ring on my finger, and I was happy to play along with the game, but somewhere in the past few hours it’s gone from fantasy to reality. He asks me if the problem is that I don’t trust him. Do I? Of course, he can have anyone he wants, and anyone who has a pussy wants him. My insecurities are getting the better of me and I don’t like it one bit. I know now what really happened five years ago but it still doesn't change the fact that he rejected me. My emotions are getting the better of me, and this isn’t the place to break down