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Cillian

“BIA! GET OFF HER. GET FUCKING OFF HER YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!”

I scream until my voice is raw.

I can’t see her, but I see her in my head.

I can hear as she cries out with each hit Tristan lands to her stomach, she struggles to be free but with her hands staked to the ground, she can’t do anything without hurting her perfect, tiny hands.

I spin around, trying to find him and get my hands on him.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU TRISTAN! YOU FUCKING COWARD! FIGHT ME!”

I spin around on my feet. Where is she? I need to protect her.

I can hear her as he keeps hitting her; why won’t he turn it on to me? Fight me, he hates me, take it out on me. Leave my little lamb alone.

“Please, Tristan, do whatever you want to me, but please leave her alone. She is pregnant with Lucas,”

I say as a sob is ripped through my body.

“What do you want? Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you. Please, just leave her alone. Please she is fucking innocent.”

All of a sudden, I can see again, and I can’t hear Bia.

“Bia? Where are you?”

I say out loud.

I blink my eyes and see Emilia standing in front of me holding a set of headphones.

I don’t hold back my tears, I howl in agony, I barely recognize that I’m being lowered to the ground. They try to lower me gently, but I pull away from them and slam my hands and knees on the concrete.

I feel hands on my shoulders, but I shove them away, I scream my wife’s name, I curl my hands into fists and slam them on the concrete floor.

“BIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“I’M SO SORRY! I’M SO FUCKING SORRY!”

I don’t bother wiping my eyes dry, my chest fucking hurts like someone has cut a hole out of my chest. My body shakes with each breath I take. I start to heave from crying so hard, I haven’t cried this much since Dillion died.

“Come on, son,”

I hear my father’s calm but commanding voice but can’t move my eyes from the ground. I keep hearing the recording play over and over in my mind.

“Cillian, come on; you need to get up,”

I hear my Daidí say more firmly.

“Give us the room,”

he demands. I hear as they scuffle out of the room.

“Cillian, I need you to look at me,”

he says as he kneels down to my level. I slowly raise my head and look up at him.

“I know hearing that is going to be in your head for a while.”

I nod and take the bottle of water he hands me. I take a sip while he continues to talk.

“I hate seeing the torment in your eyes. As your father, I never want to see you in pain but the hard part of being a parent is stepping back and letting your child learn from their mistakes.”

“I know but that was a fucked-up way of torturing someone.”

“Yeah, she lives up to her name. Ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah, I need to go pack up the penthouses and then take a nap. I’m assuming we don’t have any news yet.”

“No, nothing yet. Go do what you need. I will call you once I have an update.”

I do exactly that, I head to my penthouse first so I can shower and pack up my clothes, nothing else here is that important to me. Some pointless decorations and furniture that can be sold with the penthouse.

I’m in my bedroom folding up my clothes to be packed away when there is a knock on my door. I grab my gun from the bedside table and walk to the front door. I peek in the hole and see it’s Aine. I sigh. What the fuck does she want now? I open the door and she pushes her way through.

“What are you doing here, Aine?”

“I was worried about you. The other day you rushed off and I haven’t heard from you since.”

“Okay, why would you care? All you were, was the whore I used to suck my cock.”

“We both know I’m more than the whore who sucks your cock, Cillian. You want me.”

“No, I don’t. I only used you because you looked like my wife, but we are done,”

I tell her as I point to the door.

“No, you can’t be done with me. I dropped all my clients for you. I’ll…I’ll tell your wife.”

“I never asked you to drop your clients, that was your choice. And you will never be allowed in her presence.”

“Please, Cillian,”

she says as she walks toward me. “You want me. I know you do.”

“No, I never did, you need to walk out that door now if you don’t want to leave in a body bag.”

“No! I love you!”

she cries desperately as she tries to grab me, but I shove her away. I don’t want her to touch me, she has no right to touch me, only Bia.

“No, you love my money. Last warning walk out of here alive or you can leave in a body bag.”

She doesn’t walk toward the door she tries to walk toward me again. I lift my arm and pull the trigger. I watch as the hole in her head starts to ooze with blood as she falls to the floor.

“Stupid whore,”

I say as I pull my phone out and call a clean-up crew to come deal with this. I turn away from Aine’s body and finish packing my stuff.

An hour later, my penthouse looks like Aine never dirtied my floor with her blood, and my stuff is on its way to the mansion. Now I’m inside of Bia’s penthouse noticing that, the cleaners did a good job cleaning up her blood from the floor.

I make my way back to her room; I stop for a moment and slowly take in Bia’s room. The soft pinks and blues that are sprinkled around. How she has pictures of my family in a collage. I take a step toward it to take another look and realize I have never seen any of these pictures before. Did she take them herself? Did Mam or maybe Kayleigh give them to her? My sweet wife has just been wanting to have a family to call her own. All she has ever wanted are the simplest things.

I grab the boxes and start to pack all of her things up from her bedroom. No one gets to touch her things but me. She is my wife, and I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable by having someone else touch her things. I hope that me packing her things up doesn’t make her feel uncomfortable. Probably should have had Kayleigh do it but Bia is my wife. Possessive, yes. Do I care no.

After her room is all packed up, I check each room making sure not to forget anything. I get to the bedroom across from Bia’s, and a teddy bear sitting on the end table stops me and has me walking inside.

I reach for the bear that is wearing a shirt that says Mommy and Daddy Love Me. Under the bear are a few pieces of paper. I pick them up and see there are different lists, ones with things a baby needs, ones with names for boys and girls.

“My sweet little lamb,”

I whisper, holding the bear tighter in my hand. Even though she was alone, she was still planning how to give our son the best she could.

“One day,”

I say to myself.

“One day if she wants to try again. I will guarantee she is able to be a mother to our child. Our child will be so lucky to have such a sweet and nurturing mother.

Whatever Bia wants she can have. I would go capture the moon for her if she wanted it.

I put the bear and papers in a box. The rest of the guest rooms are empty. The living room has a bunch of eighties and nineties movies. Are these her favorites, or are these the only ones she was allowed to watch?

I have that background check that Brendan gave me when I chose Bia, but I never opened it. I think it’s time I read through the file and got to know my sweet wife better.

Hopefully there’s something in that file that could help her adjust when she gets home.

I have all of her boxes loaded into the truck and head back to the mansion. I have her stuff put away in the master room and have my stuff moved into the guest room. As much as I want to demand we share a room, I can’t and won’t force her to do anything until she is ready.

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I swear, if you don’t do it yourself nothing gets done right.

We had the De Luca’s where we wanted them running around, trying to find their precious Julietta, but no. Fucking Archibald had to go and open his fucking mouth.

He can be killed off by the De Luca’s for all I care, because he knows if I catch him alive, he will wish that the De Lucas would have killed him.

At least Kaan hasn’t disappointed me; it was very useful that Cillian chose Bia to marry. Once I get my hands on her, not only will I get to screw with the prince of the Irish Mafia and the O’Sullivan’s, but I can cash in on Xander’s debt he owes me. I will only take payment in the form of his granddaughter.

She may not be a virgin anymore, but she is a beauty, and I can still make a pretty penny off her. Hell, maybe I might buy her for myself and I can use her.

Once we get the last few Mafia groups on our side, we can take down the golden boy Mafia groups. They can either join us, or we will take each of their empires over, and their women will do what women are supposed to do and feed us and satisfy us.