Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet Book 1) Page 10

“Dillan.” The woman from our apartment who wears my ring comes up next to him and places her hand on his shoulder. Her eyes fall to me before they go back to him. “We should go. Let’s go home and have fun.”

  “Yes, why don’t you go back to my apartment and fuck my husband?” I retort.

  Dammit! I should have kept my mouth shut. Because it’s not just her eyes that fall to me, it’s also Dillan’s, who somehow manages to smirk, and Keir’s, who is … pissed.

  “Just go,” I say, shaking my head and turning away from them both.

  “It was nice knowing you, Sailor. You were once a good wife.” I spin back around, shocked at his words. “I mean … you do know he’s going to kill you, right?”

  I wince because I did know this is probably true, but I have been holding out hope Keir would change his mind. Maybe, but probably not. And I have come to the realization that trying to stop him is useless. You can’t bargain with a killer. But you sure as shit can fuck one, right? And you sure as shit, can give him a hard time while doing it.

  “At least he can fuck me until I come, something you had issues with.”

  Fuck.

  “Will you stop that?” I snap at Keir, who pulls his fingers from his mouth and then bites his lip.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  “Fucking whore,” Dillan sneers.

  “I’d watch your words,” Keir warns him.

  Dillan shakes his head and gives me one last scathing look before he turns and walks off with his fiancée. I watch every step they take, holding hands might I add, as they walk up the stairs leaving us here.

  “You brought me here on purpose,” I accuse.

  Keir moves his head from side to side, cracking his neck before he steps in closer to me. “We should go. My cock is hard. Unless you want to drop to your knees and suck it right here? I am up for it if you are?”

  I could kill him.

  “Fuck you.”

  “You can in the car if you’re that impatient.”

  I take a step away from him, but he grips my elbow and pulls me back.

  “I know who you are,” he whispers in my ear. “You can’t hide from me, lollipop.”

  I balk at his words. “I can if I want to, and you don’t know me. You just think you do because you’ve had your cock in my pussy, but let me tell you right now you don’t. Let’s not get those two things mixed up.”

  Taking off for the stairs as fast as I can, I hurry to the exit.

  His voice is a whisper behind me as he grips my arm. “It isn’t wise to piss me off.” Venom coats his words when he speaks to me.

  “Luckily for the both of us, I don’t care if I piss you off.” I pull my arm free and walk out the door. In the alley, Dillan is standing there, his arm around his new fiancée as he hugs her to him.

  “You really want to make me angry?” Keir asks from behind me.

  I don’t answer. I’ve said what I need to say. Why bother to speak again? He’ll just seduce me and then probably tie me to the damn bed again.

  I don’t look forward to that—I hate being restrained.

  Tomorrow is my last day.

  What’s he going to do?

  He told me a week—it’s been a week.

  I’ve fucked him nine ways to Sunday and let him do things with my body I would never let anyone else do, and I don’t even know this man.

  “You sound like a child,” I scold him.

  He harrumphs next to me. “Child.” He shakes his head. “Dillan.”

  Dillan turns and looks over at us.

  Keir motions for him to come over, and when he does, Keir looks straight at him, waiting a moment before speaking, “You have my money?” I look at Keir who’s still as stone.

  “Keir, you know the apartment hasn’t sold yet. I told your boys the minute it does, it’s all yours.”

  Keir licks his lips and glances back at me. “Tell me, what made you marry her?”

  “Huh?” Dillan asks.

  “I said … why did you marry her?”

  “I loved her.”

  “What did you love about her?” Dillan’s staring at me while Keir asks him the question.

  “What are you even doing?” I ask Keir.

  “What did you love about her?” Keir asks again, then turns from me to Dillan.

  “I loved how compliant she was. She would do anything I said.”

  “That’s funny considering she does nothing I tell her,” Keir says, scratching his cheek. “It seems we have met two totally different women …” He pauses. “Do you think you are a pushover, Sailor?”

  I focus on Dillan, completely ignoring Keir. “Is that really the only reason you loved me?” I ask him.

  “You looked fucking hot.”

  Fuck! How could I have loved him?

  “What about when I wanted a baby?”

  “We tried and it failed. I’m glad it did.” My eyes cast downward. I’m glad now it didn’t work too, but that doesn’t mean the pain is any less. It still hurt like a bitch at the time.

  “Do you still love her?” Keir asks, gaining both of our attention. When Dillan doesn’t answer, he pushes again. “Do you?”

  Dillan looks at me. “I stopped loving her a long time ago, if I ever did.”

  It hurts to hear that. No wife, or ex-wife, wants to hear that told to her face. You keep that shit to yourself.

  “So, you don’t care that I fuck her?” Keir pushes.

  What the hell is wrong with him?

  I stalk away from both of them and head down the alley. I almost get to the end when I hear Keir speak to me, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warns.

  “What are you going to do, shoot me?” I laugh and take another step, then I hear Dillan yell, “Whoaaa!” As I turn, I see Keir with a gun in his hand pointed at Dillan’s head. Keir glances over his shoulder at me and smiles before he pulls the trigger.

  I wasn’t a good girl before Dillan.

  I was a good girl for Dillan.

  Before him, I mixed with the wrong crowd, did things I regret. It’s why when a normal man showed interest in me, I changed in order for him to want me.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have.

  Because look where that’s gotten him.

  My hands are at my mouth, and Dillan’s new thing is screaming as she stands covered in his blood.

  And Keir? Well, Keir pockets his gun, walks over to me, and leans down so we are face-to-face.

  Keir shot him straight between the eyes, and you wouldn’t want to know how much of a mess that makes. But believe me, there’s brain matter and skull pieces everywhere, let alone the blood. Dillan’s lifeless body dropped to the ground like a sack of shit, and his new piece of ass and I stand there mortified while Keir is calm, cool, and collected.

  “Guess what this means, lollipop?” I’m still too much in shock to even look at him, my eyes pinned on my dead husband behind him..

  Keir shot him.

  Straight in the face like he was nothing.

  Dillan may be an asshole, but I once loved that man, and he did not deserve to be dead on the ground.

  Turning my head, I feel the vomit sneaking its way up to head out of my body, and I manage to miss my expensive shoes as it explodes from my mouth. But I don’t miss Keir’s. He doesn’t seem to care, though, just stays where he is until I manage to stand up tall again.

  “You killed him!”

  Dillan’s fiancée screams as she stomps her way to Keir and attempts to slap him. She doesn’t get a chance, but she screams at him all the same as he pushes her back, which in turn makes her trip over Dillan’s body and fall to the ground in a pool of his blood.

  To say she’s having a bad night would be an understatement.

  “Lollipop, guess what that means?” he asks again.

  I take a step back from him, not wanting those hands to touch me.

  They’ve touched me many times over the last week. But right now, I don’t want that to happen.

  “I’m going
to send you home, then you’re going to sell that apartment and pay me back.” His words take a while to register, but when they finally do, I look away from Dillan’s lifeless body and his fiancée hovering over him as she sits there and cries.

  “W-w-w-what?”

  Keir heads to his waiting car but says over his shoulder, “My men will check on you. If you can’t meet the requirement, you’ll meet the same end as your husband.” Then he gets in the car and drives off, leaving me there, with my dead husband and his fiancée.

  Once I get my wits about me again, which takes a few minutes, I finally step closer to her and ask, “What’s your name?”

  “Ellie,” she says, wiping her nose with the back of her arm. “You’re Sailor.”

  I nod at her words.

  “Sailor.” I turn at Roberto’s voice. He takes in the scene around us. “It’s time we leave. This will be cleaned up.” He’s referring to my dead husband lying in a puddle of his own blood. His eyes are wide, non-responsive, his skin has a blueish tint now and what looks like pee is spread out over his pants at the front.

  Is this my fault?

  But it can’t be.

  Can it?

  “She’s coming too,” I say, holding out my hand to Ellie. She looks shocked at first but takes my hand and pulls herself up, still covered in my husband’s blood.

  “Just you,” Roberto replies.

  “No,” I say sternly. For all I know they will kill her for witnessing what happened.

  Roberto looks to Ellie, and she drops her head, stepping a little closer to me for protection. Little does she know I can’t protect her from them any more than I can protect myself.

  “I’m going back to mine?” I ask and he nods. “My things?”

  He hands me my phone from his pocket and then nods to the car. “Everything else is in there.”

  “Why is it in the car?” I don’t expect him to answer, but he does, “It was either you or him. I’m glad it wasn’t you.” He turns back to the car.

  Ellie starts crying again, and I pull her by her arm toward the waiting car. As she gets in, I look back one last time and hope and pray that his next life is going to be better than this one. He picked some real shitty things in this life, me included.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Keir

  “She’s at the house.” Roberto walks into the dining room where I sit at the table, my gun, and a bottle of whiskey in front of me. “You weren’t meant to kill him,” Roberto states, pulling out a chair and sliding the bottle over to himself and pouring a drink.

  “She pissed me off,” I tell him, smiling.

  He smiles but shakes his head.

  “What?” I ask.

  He nods to the gun. “Push that away and promise me you won’t kill me, then I’ll answer.”

  I do as he says and push the gun away. “No more killing tonight,” I tell him.

  “You like her, and you aren’t used to that because the only connection you have with women is them sucking your cock.”

  Well, he isn’t wrong.

  “You made her stay in your bed. Since when do you keep a woman in your bed?”

  “I did it so I could watch her.”

  “No. We could have watched her from anywhere. You knew the minute you saw her, you wanted to have her. And you changed all your plans because of her.”

  “Do I need to go and put a bullet in her head to show you I don’t care for her?”

  Roberto leans back and takes another drink, watching me over the rim of the glass. “Do you think you could actually do that?”

  “Kill her?” I question, and he nods. “Yes, I fucking could.”

  “She was your target, so why didn’t you? You get angry, but you never fuck up a job. You did for her, though.” He stands, sliding the bottle back to me. “Just saying, boss. Maybe it’s not always a bad thing to have something … more. We’ve all had it drilled into us to respect the job, and that it’s all that matters. But how can that be everything?”

  “The job is everything,” I snap back.

  Roberto nods but doesn’t say another word as he leaves.

  The job is everything.

  Every-damn-thing.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sailor

  Ellie cries.

  It’s all she does.

  It’s annoying.

  All night she cried.

  All morning she’s cried.

  I’m ready to shoot her myself to shut her the fuck up.

  Shouldn’t I be the one crying like I lost my puppy, not someone who hardly knew him?

  “Where do you live?” I ask, walking out of the kitchen to the couch where she’s seated.

  Ellie takes the coffee I offer her, wiping under her red and swollen eyes. “I live here.”

  “Ha.” Should have expected that one. “The apartment is mine. We’re still married.”

  “He signed the papers,” she says. “They’re in his room.”

  Fuck, I’m going to have to destroy them. I need to sell this apartment to pay Keir back.

  I really am not in the mood to die.

  So I run up the stairs to my old bedroom and find the papers on his bedside table. Tearing them up, I walk over to the shredder he has stashed in the closet and drop them inside.

  “Oh, my god!” I hear Ellie scream, so I run back down the stairs to see her cowering as Keir stands on the other side of the door, dressed in a suit, looking impeccable, with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose.

  “Get Out!” Ellie tries to shut the door on him, but she’s no match for his strength. He pushes it open easily and steps inside, his eyes scanning me before he removes his glasses and those dark eyes bore into mine.

  “You should be doing more. This isn’t doing more,” he snaps. “I want my money, Sailor.”

  Walking to my bag, I grab the apartment keys and hand them to him. “Have it. It’s yours. Sell it, keep it, I don’t fucking care.”

  Keir pushes the keys back to me. “You sell it. And I want the money … in cash. Do not fuck this up.”

  “Is that all you came here for? To try and scare me?”

  “Did it work?” he asks, one brow raised.

  “No, because looking at you makes me want to throw up.”

  “Good.” Keir turns and leaves, and I shut and lock the door behind him.

  “How could you talk to him, let him in?” Ellie yells at me, dropping the coffee cup onto the floor and making a damn mess. Shit. Ignoring her outburst, I go straight into the kitchen to find the real estate lady’s number and call her for an update and to let her know it’s all to be changed to my name. Most importantly, that the apartment needs to sell as soon as possible. Actually, urgently. She agrees and tells me she will get potential buyers through the home in the next few days.

  Days.

  Well damn! I hope that’s soon enough.

  “You need to get out of apartment.” Ellie’s tears have stopped, and her hands are on her hips.

  “What?” I ask, clearly thinking she must have said something else.

  “Leave. Our. House.”

  “You know this apartment is in my name, not yours, right?”

  “You were divorcing him,” she yells.

  “If you want to stay here, I would change that tune. You have a week to find somewhere else to live,” I tell her as I go through my phone, answering messages and emails from my clients. I’ve been so checked out this last week that the only excuse I could use is that my husband has passed away. It’s technically true, but they don’t need to know the full story. They offered to give me the next week off paid, so I take it.

  How do you grieve someone who said they no longer love you or maybe never loved you?

  Should I be grieving the way Ellie is?

  “How long did you know Dillan?” I ask.

  “Three months.”

  Wow, compared to my years, it seems like a minute amount of time. But he moved just as fast with me. Put that ring on my finger and married
me. I shouldn’t really expect anything different from him, should I?

  “Dillan was so mad at you.”

  I turn to look at her and she’s biting her nails, her tears now drying up.

  “He came here a few days ago.”

  “Who?” I ask.

  She points to the door where Keir just exited.

  “Keir?”

  She nods. “He came here to gloat.”

  I stare at her, confused. “Gloat about what?”

  “That he was fucking you.” Oh, my god. “And he asked why he let you go.”

  “What did Dillan say?”

  She shrugs and bites her nails again before she answers, “That you were a shit lay and he had already moved on to me.” Of course, he did. “Keir was angry at that response and told him that Dillan didn’t know how to fuck you right. Then he left.” She bites another nail. What the hell? “I have nowhere to go,” she says as I stand there speechless. “Let me stay with you.”

  “I’ll have nowhere to go once this apartment sells either. Do you realize that? And it’s all thanks to Dillan.”

  Her head drops and she starts crying again.

  I can’t fucking deal with this shit.

  I head to my bedroom, and lock myself in the bathroom …

  … and cry.

  The realtor calls me the next day and asks that we leave the apartment so she can bring her clients over to show them around. I didn’t see Ellie for the rest of the day yesterday because I stayed upstairs, changed the bedsheets, and passed out.

  As I walk down the stairs, she’s on the couch with the television on but not really watching it.

  “We have to go out for a little while.”

  Her red-rimmed eyes raise at the sound of my voice. I wonder if mine look the same from all the crying I did last night.

  “I don’t want to.”

  Dealing with a child today is not something I want to do.

  I have no damn patience today.

  “Get up and get out.”

  “Where are you going?” she asks.

  “Looking for rentals,” I reply.

  “Okay, I’ll come with you.” Of course.

  As we step outside, my phone starts ringing. When I pull it out of my bag and see the phone flashing with ‘Mother,’ I hesitate to answer. Do I want to tell her my life is not perfect anymore? That I’ve lied to her for an incredibly long time? Nope, so I don’t answer.