All Chapters of Resisting My Ex-Bully: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The door slowly opened, revealing another, larger, and more luxurious hall. I stepped on the black, glittering marble floor and slowly looked around at the walls ornamented with silver and golden patterns and crystal chandeliers. Then my eyes drifted to the black and white leather sofas where the VIP guests of the restaurant were, mainly drinking, smoking cigars, and discussing all kinds of things I surely didn't want to know about.“Mr. Aslanov sits in the right corner of the room,” said the concierge, who suddenly materialized next to me. He pointed at the two sofas on the right and the gray-haired man in the black suit. The man looked like he could be in his late sixties, but the dark aura around him screamed not to underestimate him.I swallowed and slowly walked across the hall toward him. My heart hammered, threatening to burst through my ribcage, but I refused to show fear. I raised my chin and focused on my steps. My heels clanged each time I hit the marble with every step I t

KILLIANNo decent words could describe what I felt after I learned about what had happened to Josie. I was supposed to spend the night in D.C. and return after the morning conference, but I canceled my plans and rushed back to New York.I was fucking furious. Murderous urges merrily danced in my head, filling it with all sorts of ideas. I had begun to debate whether I should call Gunner and end all those fuckers at Chernaya Roza. Yes, I was ready to start an open war with the Russian Mafia. One of them dared threaten my woman. Killing that fucker seemed like an appropriate response.Rage still hummed in my veins as I walked into my penthouse around three AM, but the need to see Josie unharmed turned out to be stronger than bloodthirst. I dropped my briefcase and documents in the salon and ran upstairs to my bedroom. The sight of her sleeping in my bed instantly silenced my inner storm.The relief drew air out of my lungs. I sat on the bed and brushed a few blond strands off her face. S

KILLIAN“An engagement ring?!” Tony's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”“Well, it's easier to introduce Josie as my fiancée. People see a ring, and no one dares assume she's my plaything or that I will throw her away as soon as I get bored,” I reasoned.“That's not right,” Tony muttered, opening a new whiskey bottle and refilling our glasses.For the first time, we were sitting in his office instead of a study in my penthouse. I chose Tony's company, thinking it would be better to discuss a few matters without Josie's presence. Then again, she wasn't spending her evening at the penthouse either. She went to her friend Ashley, claiming she needed to think my not-proposal through…“I don't get it. Why does it have to be such a big thing?” I snatched my glass from the table and took a sip. “It's not a real engagement. The ring is just a prop.”Tony rolled his eyes. “Your precious little prop is worth nearly one hundred thousand dollars.”“So?”

KILLIANContaining my rage throughout the flight quickly became a challenge. What Josie told me didn't sound like the Ryder Phillips I knew, but then my mother's words emerged. What if she was right and none of the people I called friends had ever shown me their true faces because of who I was?I had to admit that I felt even more conflicted about meeting with Ryder now than before I talked to Josie but for entirely different reasons. If I met Ryder now, I would confront him, force him to tell me everything he had done, and then I would turn him into a bloody pulp.The only good outcome of this conversation was that I held Josie in my embrace until we landed. She was no longer mad at me… or, at least, her anger visibly decreased. She had fallen asleep at some point, resting her head on my lap as I worked on my computer. She woke up as we landed at LAX and began to chase away the remains of sleep, fixing her hair and makeup. I told her she didn't have to do anything; she looked beautif

KILLIANThe storm of rage slowly devoured my insides as I processed Josie's words. If Ryder had been the one behind the attack on Josie, my conversation with him might truly end in murder. Now I was pissed that I had let him walk away without even punching him.“I think this is why Ryder got scared,” Josie continued. “He thought Killian already knew and could prove it…”Tony shook his head. “I'm afraid you're wrong. Ryder had an entire arm in the cast.”Josie bit her lip, processing his words, and then released a breath. “Well, the one who attacked me surely had his both arms healthy.”I didn't miss the way her jaw clenched as she mentioned it. Josie had never gotten into details when she had told me about the attack, but I already wanted to separate those two “healthy arms” from the fucker's body in the most brutal way possible.“Is there a way he could have faked that injury? I mean, did someone see him with that cast?” I looked at Tony, and he gave me a thin-lipped smile.“I found