Theo POV
After arriving at the hospital I was put in the private area that we own. I know, right. I open my eyes, and the light bothers me. My head is about to explode. I close my eyes again, and I hear the door opening and heels clicking. I open one eye slightly, and I see the red hair I have been waiting for.
“Ash”, I let out as I pull myself up on the bed into a sitting position and my head hurts, sending a wave of nausea down my body.
“Easy tiger”, she says as she rests a hand on my shoulder. I look at her, and I can see bruises forming on her face and arms, her white dress is anything but white; there’s black spots and red.
“Are you hurt? Are you okay? Where is Killian?’ I start bombarding her with questions and Ash smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“He is okay, he’s just dealing with something, and he will come. He took Elliot with him”, Ash says, and I nod my head flopping back down on the bed and closing my eyes.
“How are you feeling?” she asks me, and I offer her my dirtiest smile.
“Fucking peachy”, I say, and I can hear her laughing a little. This girl managed to melt my heart and infiltrate a place no other girl has ever managed to. Ashley is one of my best friends, and I will be any bastard that attempts to hurt her. That is one of the reasons I am so annoyed about being here. I hate being in a hospital bed.
“You look terrible”, she says, passing one hand through my hair, “It’s all tangled”, she says, and I nod my head. She sits on the chair next to my bed, and a bit later, the door opens with Killian and Elliot storming in.
“Okay, we have to go”, Kill says, and I sit on the bed feeling like I have a fucking elephant sitting on my brain. Nausea starts to appear, but I keep my mouth shut and move my feet to the ground, standing up.
“What happened?” Ash asks, and Kill pulls her into his arms, tightening his grip on her. I can’t understand that kind of love. I had never felt it before. I am not that kind of guy, and I hope to stay the way I am for the rest of my life. I like sex too much to be with the same person for the rest of my life. Fuck that.
“It was the Mexicans, and they are bombing loads of places. It wasn’t just us”, Kill says, and I curse under my breath as I put my shoes on. My white shirt is red because of the blood. Elliot walks to me and helps me to a wheelchair. I look at him, frowning. There’s no fucking way I am caught in shit like that. Fuck no.
“Don’t give me that fucking look. You are walking as fast as fucking snail, and we need to get the fuck out of here”, he says, and I take a deep breath sitting on the fucking chair. We all sprint through the corridors and down the lift towards the garage, where Elliot’s SUV waits for us.
“In the back”, he barks at me, and I open the door getting in next to Ashley as Kill and Elliot are in the front. I can hear the wheels squeaking as we get the fuck out of here before we get fucking killed. I know. My life is full of excitement. It wasn’t enough being shot and almost killed trying to save Ashley. Now I almost died again. Fuck my life.
Elliot has the radio on, and we can hear the news about the bombings. They think it was a terrorist attack, and Kill is on his phone, barking orders to cover up our involvement in anything. We are going to the safe house. Of course, we are.
“Faster”, Kill barks at Elliot, that puts his foot down and manoeuvres the car like a fucking maniac in the New York traffic.
We arrive at the safe house, and I can tell Ashley is relieved, especially when she moves faster than usual to get out of the car and hug Killian. Her phone starts ringing, and she starts barking orders. Sometimes I forget that she is the leader of the Italian mafia in New York. She adapted so well to this life that it scared the fuck out of me.
I have been training her in weapons and fighting with Elliot, and she is a fucking pro. She is amazing. We walk down the corridor towards the office, and once inside, Kill sits behind his desk with Ash on his lap, and I flop down on the settee at the end of the room with my head hanging back.
“We need to stand down for a bit, let everything explode and then see what’s left. We can’t just go out and attack”, Kill says, and I frown.
“Why the fuck not?” I ask, and he looks at me shaking his head.
“This is bigger than us. We need to focus and form a solid plan. They joined the fucking Japanese and the Colombians”, Kill says, and I lift my head to look at him.
“Since when?” I ask, standing up, and he shakes his head.
“Go get changed and have some rest. We will meet again tomorrow and come up with a fucking idea to stop this and to take what’s ours back”, Kill says before kissing the top of Ash’s head.
I nod my head and walk out of the office toward my room. Once inside, I flop on the bed with my arms in front of my eyes while my head pounds. I feel sick, but nothing will stop me from helping my mates.
I get up and have a shower. I can see the red coming off the water while black stuff peals from my skin. I looked like a rubbish bin. With my hair down, I walk to the mirror to look at the damage. My eye is black and swollen, and I have a cut on my lip, a cut down my neck, and bruises down my chest and ribs. I cringe as my fingers rub the purple spot. “Fuck”, I hiss.
It’s been three days since the attacks, and I have been resting a lot. To be fair, I have been sleeping most of the time. My head feels better, and Killian wants to see us today. He has a plan, and he wants us to help.
I get myself dress and put my hair up into a bun. I look at myself in the mirror, and the facial bruises are gone, but the cut on my lip is still there. Fucking great. I walk out of my room towards the kitchen to get some coffee. Ashley is sitting at the kitchen island, cradling a coffee mug.
“Hey, lass”, I say, walking in and kissing her cheek. She smiles but stays quiet, looking down at her coffee. She looks tense. I look around and can’t see Kill anywhere, which is very odd. Wherever she is, he is two steps behind.
“Where’s your man?” I ask as I bring the coffee mug to my lips, drinking that pure liquid gold that brings my soul back to life.
Ashley’s eyes meet mine, and she shrugs. What the fuck? She’s been spending too much time with Ell. I walk to her, sit on the stool next to her, and put my mug on the island. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see something in them. I frown, looking at her, and she shakes her head, pushing away tears.
“Lass, why are you crying?” I ask, and she shakes her head, standing up and walking away from me. For fuck sake. Killian, if you fucked up again, I will put a bullet between your eyes. I stand up, following her, and we reach the office. She opens the double doors without knocking, and I see way too many people when I get inside. All eyes are on us. Elliot looks like he has been dragged to hell, his eyes are red, and he looks tired.
“What the fuck is going on? Who died?” I ask, and Kill’s eyes meet mine. He has anger plastered all over his face as he swallows hard.
“We need to make an alliance with the Americans”, he says, and I nod my head. But that doesn’t fucking answer my question. As I am about to ask again, the door behind me opens, making me jump out of the way, and Kill’s dad walks in. He looks miserable, and he looks crazy. I look behind him, but his mum is nowhere to be seen. No… No,… not possible.
Everly POVI have been locked in this estate for the past three days, and I am about to lose my mind. My dad is terrified, and my brother looks like he has seen a fucking ghost; I have been staying in my small house, writing and exercising on my peloton. I close my eyes as I rub my forehead with my fingers. I have a headache arriving. I stand up, walk to the kitchen, and make myself a cup of English tea. I am taking my first sip when the front door opens, and my brother walks in.He looks deranged. He sits at the kitchen island and rests his head between his hands. “Hey, you okay?” I ask him, and his eyes meet mine. He shakes his head closes his eyes, and rests his forehead against the cold granite. I walk to him, placing my tea in front of him while I make another one. He raises his eyes to meet mine and thanks me for the tea. I nod my head sitting next to me, slowly sipping my tea.“I need to talk to you”, he says, and I look at him. He looks heartbroken, and I know that something
Theo POV“What the fuck is going on? Who died?” I ask, and Kill’s eyes meet mine. He has anger plastered all over his face as he swallows hard.“We need to make an alliance with the Americans”, he says, and I nod my head. But that doesn’t fucking answer my question. As I am about to ask again, the door behind me opens, making me jump out of the way, and Kill’s dad walks in. He looks miserable, and he looks crazy. I look behind him, but his mum is nowhere to be seen. No… No,… not possible. I look at Elliot, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening, but he keeps his eyes on the floor. He looks fucking miserable. Kill’s dad walks into the room, and we all look at him.“What are we going to do about those fucking bastards? I want their heads on a fucking platter,” he says, and Killian stands up, hugging his dead. I have never seen those two being so emotional. “They killed my wife, they killed your mother, I want them all fucking dead”, he says and shit. That’s what. It is happen
Everly POVI look around the room I am standing on. My childhood room seems so far away now, everything that I went through here. I walk to my vanity table, and I pass my hand softly through the white wood. I look in the mirror, and I don’t recognise the girl I am seeing there. I shake my head, pushing away the tears as I hear a knock on the door.“Miss Everly”, I hear an Italian accent through the door. Slowly I walk to the door, open it, and I find an old lady pulling a clothes rail. I move away, and she walks into my room and smiles. “This is beautiful”, she says, and I give her a small nod. I move slowly towards the clothes rail just after closing the door. I pass my hands through the soft fabric of the dresses exposed in front of me. I look at how revelling some of them are, and I frown. I might not be the most fashionable person, but my sense of style is not that bad. “Come on, darling, let’s get you dressed”, the woman says, and I nod my head. I feel like I have lost my voice
Theo POVI look at myself in the mirror and she my head. I hate wearing suits. I hate formal events and today is the most formal I have ever been, I am meeting my future wife. I am so stupid for getting involved in this. What was I thinking? Stupid.“Are you ready mate?”, Elliot asks as he waits for me near the opened door. I nod my head and walk towards him. He places one hand on my shoulder stopping me to walk past him and looks me in the eyes. “Thank you”, he says and I nod my head. I don’t like emotional conversations. I am not that kind of person and I am not looking forward to see Ell melt in front of me because I saved him from a disaster marriage. “You would do the same for me, if it was the other way around”, I say smacking him on the back and walking past him. I adjust my gun in the back of my trousers and walk towards Kill’s office. The door is opened and Ashley is sitting behind the desk and Kill is nowhere to be seen.“Are you ready to go?’, she asks raising her eyes fr
Everly POV“Look here you…. You caveman, I am no possession, and I will not marry you. I don’t care what my father and brother agreed with your boss, or with you, or whatever this is”, I tell him as I move my finger between our bodies, making a point. When I am done, I put my hands on my hips, and I can see a change in him. “But I am not doing this. No one can make me marry”, I continue, and all of a sudden, he starts laughing. What the hell is wrong with him? Besides being incredibly sexy and broody. And everything a girl could dream of. I keep imagining him between my legs. I push those thoughts away.“You think you have a choice, love?” he asks, standing up, his entire body towering over me as his hands scoop my arms; his touch is soft, but I can feel pressure on his hands, not enough to hurt but enough to keep me in place, as if he has a need to touch me. He locks his eyes on mine, and I feel my entire body shiver, and my underwear gets soaked. I never thought I would like a man t
Theo POVI drove her back home when it was near sundown. She looks miserable, I think she wants this less than I do, and I didn’t think that was possible. I know I jumped the gun and proposed to take Elliot’s place in this, but I am seriously regretting it. If I knew this was the lass I would have offered. Who knows, they could’ve ended up falling in love or some shit. This girl is too naive for me. I am going to destroy her in no time. I shake my head as I pass my hands through my hair before I put the treadmill on. Running usually helps me clear my head. I need to do it because I know that that girl is going to be the death of me. I ran as fast as I could, and I made up my mind. I can’t marry her. “Running away from your problems?” I hear Ashley ask. I stop the treadmill and bring the towel to my face clearing it from the sweat that is cascading down my face. I nod my head once as I sit on a press-up bench. Ashley sits next to me, resting her hands on her knees.“You know what I t
Everly POVI look around the room I am standing, and I feel everything spinning. I feel like I can’t breathe. I feel like I am about to lose everything I ever worked for. I feel like I can’t just take charge of my life. I know I am about to cry as I look at my image in the mirror. “Are you ready?”, my brother asks as he opens the door. He looks at me and smiles. “You look stunning”, he says, walking to me and giving me one hand; he spins me and smiles. “I have never seen you so beautiful”, he says, and I nod my head. I can’t make myself thank him. I didn’t choose this dress, and I didn’t choose the groom. I didn’t choose to spend the rest of my life attached to a man I know nothing about.“Please, Chris, don’t make me do this”, I beg of him, and his smile disappears, and he becomes serious. He scoops my face between his hands and puts some pressure on it. I try to pull away, but he keeps me in place.“You will do this, you will not fuck this up for me, do you hear me? I need this to
Theo POVKillian and Elliot are sitting on the settee while I pace around the room. I look around at the white explosion and take a deep breath. “Maybe you should have a shot”, Ell says, and I ignore him. I am too nervous about that kind of crap. I could use being shitfaced drunk, not just one shot. I could do with not being here. Why did I fucking volunteer to do this? Elliot could’ve ended up falling in love with the girl and being happy. And now I am stuck with that entitled brat. “Come on, mate, you need to chill”, Kill says, and I glance at him, giving him my deadliest stare. I am in this shit position because of you fucking dickhead. “Boys”, Ash says as she walks into the room. She looks beautiful. As soon as Kill’s eyes rest on her, I can see the fire. The bastard can’t keep it in his pants when it comes to his wife. He adores her, and I can’t think of the worst thing to happen to me. “We need you to go down to the chapel”, Ash says and both Ell and Kill stand up, walking t