My Protector | His Angel

Chapter 35: Target On Her Back

"So she thinks that my uncle was murdered?" I asked Killian who sat across from me on his jet.

"It's possible." He shook his head. "He was young, healthy, and had a target on his back."

"What do you mean by had a target on his back?"

"We all do Loren. And you're about to as well. It's a part of the business."

I nodded my head. My stomach churned thinking that I could already be a target of somebodies evil plans.

"But I don't know how I'm going to do this. I feel like it all goes against my beliefs."

Killian looked up from his phone and his gaze darkened at my words.

"So then does being with me go against your beliefs?"

"I didn't mean it like that Killian" I sighed and shut my eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm just overwhelmed. When I pictured myself at this age when I was a child, I imagined myself as anything but... this."

"I think we need to use this flight to educate you on this group you've inherited." He narrowed his eyes.

"I just don't see where I fit into this Killian!" I cried out on the verge of tears. "I don't see how somebody like myself, can successfully be in this position. I'm SOFT, Killian. I cry at every little thing. This isn't me." My voice quivered on the last sentence and I had to use all of my effort to hold back the tears.

"This isn't a one size fits all situation, Doll. Granted, I wouldn't expect you to be the leader of a Mafia either. But you can be, and you will be. And you'll be damn good at it too. You don't have to be a violent person my love. You just need to have the brains, which you already do. Plus, I think that once you learn a little bit about your family's history you'll feel slightly better." Killian leaned forward and place a comforting hand on my knee.

"Okay fine. " I took a deep breath and sat back in the chair as he started to tell me about the history of the original mafia that came here to Ellis Island from Italy, and how the group eventually split into two.

"Your great grandfather didn't want to kill one of the men who didn't pay back his loan as his wife had died the year prior, leaving him with a five year old girl. My great grandfather did." Killian shook his head. "Mine promised not to, but a few weeks later when the guys body was found in the Hudson River, yours concluded that my grandfather killed the guy."

"Did he?"

"He denied it to his deathbed. But who knows." Killian shrugged. "So, your great grandfather and about a third of the group who were also against it moved to the Bay Area. He built this group off of more gentle approaches. Less killing, less torture, and so on. But they still took part in the crimes such as drug smuggling."

"What did yours do about the split off?"

"He hated your grandfather for it. He spent the rest of his time trying to track yours down but yours was always one step ahead of him. As the generations have passed, we've continued this feud for only God knows why."

"It's still ongoing?"

"I've taken no interest in it, and I was actually working with your Uncle to relinquish it. We look at them as being disloyal, and they look at us as cold blooded killers. Which, maybe we are." Killian shrugged. "It'll be harder to convince your people to accept a truce than mine, as you saw at your Grandmothers house."

"We have to" I insisted. "It's the only way we can safely be together. Otherwise nobody will ever give us peace."

Killian agreed before leaning back in his seat.