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Cillian

Five days earlier

It took twelve days. Twelve fucking days to find out what auction house Bia was being held at.

I have no idea how I’m going to repay Emilia and Esmeralda, but one day, I will.

The past five days, we have been planning how to take down the auction house. We found out the sale today is a big one that only happens a few times a year. This is where they sell the bloodline whores. Daidí moved Mam and sisters to stay with his associate in Scottland. Abraham Duncan isn’t directly involved with the Mafia, but his cousin is the boss. I have never met the man, but I do plan to after things settle down. Especially after seeing the look Kayleigh got in her eyes when she met him. After everything she went through, no way in hell will I not make sure whatever bastard she ends up with treats her right.

Today is the day I have been patient enough to wait for, to get Bia. The only reason is because I know not only will she be rescued but dozens of other women as well.

Several other Mafia families are in on this; the Garcias, De Lucas, O’Sullivans, LA and Chicago and many soldiers are with us today as we prepare to storm into the auction house. The plan is to kill as many of these motherfuckers as we can, save the women, and get back on the plane before we light the place up.

We have been sitting in our trucks a few miles away, waiting until the auction starts in about an hour. Once it starts, we will drive up and as the men come out with the women, we will kill the men, and load the women into our vehicles. Trying to do this as less traumatizing as possible for them is the main goal.

I get to head in with a handful of men before everyone else, and we wait in the shadows until Bia goes on stage. She is toward the end, and by that point, most of the women will have been rescued, and we would have taken out a good chunk of the fuckers.

Then we will kill the rest and get the women out of there.

I sit in silence even though the other men are talking around me. I have nothing I want to say, all I can think about is Bia, how it’s not much longer until I will have her back in my arms. How she will never leave my side ever again.

I hear my earpiece crackle. “Alright, first group, you’re up.”

I get out of the car and see the other dozen men exit from their vehicles as well. We quietly walk and made our way inside; when we get to the back door, I quickly put a bullet between the eyes of the guard. We drag him out of sight before we head inside, and all find where we are going to hide.

I whisper into the earpiece, “All in position.”

“Masks on. Everyone get into position,”

Father says.

The auctioneer steps up on stage. “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight’s auction. We have a ton of beautiful ladies who come from wealthy bloodlines who will be perfect for all of you.”

He pauses as the audience claps.

“Without further ado, let’s bring out number one.”

I watch as a tiny blonde is shoved on stage completely bare. The auctioneer walks over and grabs her by her collar and yanks her to the center of the stage. He starts talking about her dimensions and how she isn’t a virgin but has a tight cunt and ass.

I feel the bile rise up my throat knowing exactly how they know this. I want to shoot them, but I know once she walks out through those back doors, she won’t be going to whatever sick fuck buys her.

This continues until number twenty-six, my little lamb, walks on stage. She keeps her head down.

“Number twenty-six not only is the granddaughter of Xander Vasileious, but also the wife of Cillian O’Sullivan.”

He snickers, and I step from the shadows from behind him and place my gun to the back of his head.

“Yes, and her husband doesn’t share and I really despise when anyone hurts her,”

I growl before putting a bullet in the back of his head. I don’t wait for him to hit the floor before I make my way in front of Bia. I take my jacket off and wrap it around her. I quickly move us away from the center of the stage as bullets are flying all around the room. Once I have us hidden behind a flipped table, I lift her head up.

“C-Cillian?”

I wrap my arms around her soaking in the feeling of holding her.

“I’m here, little lamb. I need you to be brave for me just a bit longer, okay?” She nods.

“I need you to go out the back door and take as many women as you can. There are men waiting for you all outside so we can get you all out of here and back to safety. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.”

I kiss her head. “Good girl. I will see you soon.”

I gently push her toward the door as I make my way back toward the fight. I raise my gun and just start aiming at them. I’ve killed countless men before a loud voice from on stage grabs my attention.

I turn and see Bia on stage on her knees her, blood dripping down her nose. I shoot the asshole in front of me before I turn and make my way back to the stage. I feel the bullet hit my arm but that doesn’t slow me down.

“You want these bitches? How about when they are nothing but ash?”

he says as he lifts the gas can from next to him and pours it all over her, I start running up the isle as quick as I can, but I can’t get to her fast enough. He has already lit the match and dropped it on her.

Her screams of pain push me to run faster. I leap on the stage and jump on her, trying to use my body to smoother the flames. I can feel the fire eating through my shirt and burning the skin of my chest, but I don’t move.

I feel my back being drenched and I see one of the soldiers with a bucket.

“Go, Cillian, get her out of here.”

I look up and Oscar is standing above us and has rained hell down, on the asshole who just poured gasoline on Bia. I move off her and lean down picking her up in my arms as I make my way to the back door. I struggle to get to my feet but I push through it with Bia in my arms. Her pain is written all over her face as her silent tears don’t stop.

“I’m sorry.”

I gently tell her.

“Go, I’ll cover you.”

He tells me, I quickly move but watch as he walks backwards taking a shot at any threat.

We are a few doors away from the back door when I hear Oscar yell fuck before something hits the ground. Oscar is on the ground with blood pouring from his knee. I see Kaan Eres, the boss of the Turkish Mafia and the man who is still pissed that I chose Bia to be my wife.

“You have caused me enough problems Cillian. Hand over the whore and I will let you and your brother live,”

he states. pointing a gun at us. I gently set Bia on her feet but move my body in front of hers.

“No way in hell are you taking my wife nor my brother away from me,”

I snarl. I feel her small hands holding onto the back of my shirt.

“You already lost one, losing another one isn’t a big deal,”

he says, as he shoots me in my shoulder. I grunt, taking a few steps backward.

“Everyone, get out, the place is going to blow in five minutes.”

FUCK! I move my gun to my non-dominant hand and try to raise it, but before I can, I watch as he drops to the ground. It takes a moment for my ears to stop ringing. I turn and see Bia shaking while holding my gun aimed at Kaan.

“I…I…killed him.”

“I know, but I need you to hold it together for just a bit so we can get out of here, and then I will hold you while you fall apart.”

She nods as I wrap my hand around hers and take the gun away from her. I tuck the gun in the back of my pants and lean down and help Oscar to his feet. I wrap my arm around Oscar and my other hand holds onto Bia for dear life.

“Cillian, Oscar, get your fucking asses out of their now!”

Father hollers in the earpiece.

“We’re coming. Oscar has a bullet in his knee.”

“Fucking hell,”

Father mutters. Oscar pushes the door open; Father is at the door and grabs Oscar from me. I pick Bia up in my arms and get us inside one of the waiting cars.

Father and Oscar get in behind me. Bia tries to sit next to me, but I keep her in my lap and hold her to me. I sigh in relief as the car starts driving away. We did it, we saved Bia and dozens of women.

I pull out of the hug and cup her face with my hands. “You’re here.”

She nods and gives me a small smile but lays her head on my chest.

Father interrupts our moment when he says, “I swear, if you weren’t hurt, I would take my belt to you like I did when you were a child.”

“Love you too ,Father.”

“Stupid little shit trying to give me a damn heart attack,”

he says, glaring at me before he softens his face and says to Bia, “Ah, sweet Bia girl. I’m so glad you are okay and back with us where you belong.”

She smiles and doesn’t say anything but knowing her, she is replaying everything in her head. I rub my hand up and down her back, keeping her with me and in my lap.

Father goes from being sweet to Bia to lecturing me and Oscar about getting hurt and how Mam is going to give him hell for us getting hurt.

I carry a silent Bia on the plane, and I demand that she is seen right away.