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.
Ashley POVI have been avoiding Tobias the last couple of days, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but I can't seem to let go of those blue eyes. And Beth wants to go out again tonight as it is Saturday and none of us work Sundays. I try to make myself look presentable in front of the mirror, but since that night, I haven't been able to feel sexy. I feel like everyone is just trying to make fun of me.I hear my doorbell, and I open the door knowing perfectly well that Beth will be straddling in, looking like a model while I look like an Orca in this black and white dress that does nothing for my figure. I put on some light lipstick and smile as Beth enters my house."What the fuck are you wearing?" she asks as she looks at me from head to toe. I look at my body and shake my head. "It's the only thing that will cover my body," I reply, and she shakes her head. "Bullshit," she snarks at me as she walks into my closet and pulls out a short black dress. I look at it and shake m
Killian POV “Kill, we have a situation at the Club that needs your attention,” Elliot says, and I raise my eyes at him as I close my laptop. “Talk to me,” I say as I grab my gun and the rest of my personal belongings. He follows me out of the room, and we walk down the corridor where Theo is already waiting for us. His face is dark. I frown, looking at him, and he shakes his head. “Girl problem,” Elliot whispers, and I look back at Theo, that is shooting daggers at Elliot’s back through his eyes. I shake my head as I push away the memory of Ashley’s body pressed against mine while we danced. We get into the SUV, and Theo starts driving. He is driving like a fucking maniac. “What the fuck”, Elliot moans in the back seat as Theo speeds through the streets of New York. “Calm down, lad,” I whisper, and he looks at me with blazing eyes. I have never seen him like this. He shakes his head and focuses on the road in front of him again. “Are you going to tell us what happened?” I ask
Ashley POV “Stay here, Angel. There are some saltines and water on the mini-fridge”, Killian says, and I nod my head as I lay down on the leather couch. The cold surface sends a chill down my spine. Killian walks away and leaves me alone. I look around the room and find it very intimidating. It’s all dark wood and has sharp edges with leather. I feel my stomach twisting again, so I stand up, and almost losing my balance, I walk to the mini-fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I open the cap and drink a little, deciding I want to find Beth. I shouldn’t be here alone with Killian. I open the door and slowly walk down the stairs to realize the music has stopped playing. I get to the bottom of the stairs and can’t believe what I see right in front of me. I let out a gasp, and both my hands fly, covering my mouth as I see Tobias pointing a gun at Killian and vice versa. Why are they pointing guns at each other? “Babe, walk to me,” I hear Tobias say slowly with his eyes glued on Killian
Killian POV As soon as I slam my hand against the wall leaving a mark, I regret it. The shooting pain up my arm makes me close my eyes as I take a deep breath through my nose. "What the fuck was that, mate?" Theo asks, and I ignore his question walking towards the kitchen and opening the freezer. "Who used the last of the ice and didn't replace it?" I bark out loud as Theo and Elliot sit at the kitchen island, looking at me in disbelief. I grab a bag of frozen peas and put it on top of my hand. I rest my ass against the kitchen sink while Theo and Elliot wait for me to explode. "What," I ask in annoyance. They both look at me as if I am an alien. Great. I think I broke them. I look at them and can almost see the wheels turning in their heads. "So? How are we going to do this?" Theo asks, and I let my head hang. I really don't know. I want her away from that guy, he is bad news, not that I am much better, but I would never let her get into dangerous situations like he is always l
Ashley POV I look at myself in the mirror in horror. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I have no clue how I ended up in the middle of this mafia war. And now, because of this, I am being forced to marry Tobias. I shake my head, looking at my image in the mirror. My under eyes are dark, and I have a small cut on the right side of my lip. I never thought Tobias would be the kind of man to touch a woman, but hey, how mistakes I was. To make things even worse, he is not letting me see my friends or contact anyone. I don’t want to marry him. I thought I was involved with him. Yes, I maybe thought about this day once or twice since the day I met him. But I never imagined being made captive and forced into marriage. There’s a knock on the door, and I look back as it opens, and I see Beth, her head peaking into the room. I run to the door and slam it open, pushing her inside as she wraps her arms around my body, as I cry on her shoulder. “Shhhh, everything is going to be okay,” she
Killian POV “Are we all ready to go?”, I look around the room while Theo and Elliot finish doing their ties. They look at me nodding their heads as Bobby opens the door and walks in. I look at him, as the head of the family he was invited with me to the wedding. We RSVP’d saying that Theo and Elliot would go with us but we Never got a response back. Bobby is holding his cane as he walks. He struggles walking lately and he looks old, I am afraid that he makes us look weak but we can’t replace him. We all follow him out of the room and towards the garage where our SUV awaits. Theo gets into the driver seat and Elliot sits in the front seat next to Theo while uncle and I sit in the back. We have another two SUV’s following us, one in the front and one in the back. I said we shouldn’t be sitting in the same car but Bobby thinks its nonsense because no-one will attempt anything today. Today is an important day for the Italians and everyone knows its to stay quiet and calm, no attacks.
Ashley POV “I now pronounce you husband and wife,” The woman marrying us says, and I feel a knot in my throat. I always thought the day I would hear those words would be the happiest day of my life. But Oh boy, how wrong I was. I never thought I would hate this day so much. I would hate my husband. Tobias wraps his arms around my waist, and I keep my arms to my side, not hugging him back. I need him to feel how disappointed I am, how I don’t want this. Tobias’s lips are pressed against mine. I keep my eyes open while he closes his, and his hands pull me closer to him. I stop myself from crying. I can’t cry anymore. “Can you see him? He is here witnessing you getting married to me, and he is not going to be able to stop us”, Tobias says. I look at the end of the room, and that’s when I see him. Killian, right at the back against the wall. His eyes are glued to me. I lick my lips as I see a man standing behind him, holding onto his arm and stopping him as he tries to take one step clos
Killian POV “I will get you out of this marriage if you want,” I tell her between kisses on her sweet lips. This feels right, and she feels right against my body. Her Body molds perfectly on mine, I tower over her, but it makes sense. I pull her dress up, leaving her legs and covered pussy exposed to me, and I feel the beast inside of me taking over. I lift her and place her ass on the sink as I position myself between her thick legs. The warmth irradiating from them feels so good that I close my eyes as I move my hands up and down. Ashley starts messing with my belt, and I can’t help but growl in her ear. I kiss her neck softly towards her exposed shoulder. Ashley shivers as she manages to open my belt and trousers. I moan against her mouth as her hand moves up and down slowly against my growing cock. She pulls away, and I can’t help the smirk that crosses my face. I pull my trousers and boxers down, exposing my dripping cock, and she gasps at the sight. As I knew she would. It is