𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃

Something about drinking alone excited me, or maybe it was just the set of keys in my hand. It was powerful, like the rich taste and smoothness of the whiskey that washed down my throat.

The fact that little miss Rivers hated me with a burning passion yet still trusted me with her dear keys was fascinating to me. A smirk tugged up the corners of my lips.

The sadistic side of me drove my mind into a very fun direction. Perhaps I'd hide them, tell her I'd lost them, keep them.

A familiar knock was played on my office door and I didn't have to raise my eyes to know who it was. I casually slid the keys inside my desk drawer as Anastasia walked in holding a paper bag.

"Got your lunch. I expect a tip for the long line I had to make." She said, placing the bag on my desk, on top of my papers. Her grayish blue eyes fixed on the glass of whiskey resting on my thigh. "Seriously?"

I raised an eyebrow, giving an unbothered shrug of my shoulder. "So? I'm not giving you any tip."

"Oh, but I can," a familiar smooth voice said. My eyes instantly raised to meet my business partner eye-fucking my sister from the doorway.

My jaw ticked. "Didn't realize you wanted to lose your di—"

"And you are?" My sister cut off, completely ignoring me and turning to my partner, her eyes examining him the way a hawk would with its prey.

"Eli Wright, darling," He crooned, pushing himself off the doorframe to approach Anastasia.

Her attention was piqued by his raspy British accent, interrupted by the sound of her I Did Something Bad ringtone.

As quickly as she noticed Eli, she turned her attention to her phone. She turned her gray eyes to me and answered her phone. "Mara? ... Alright, I'm on my way."

Eli and I were silent the whole time, even after she hung up and sighed. "Gotta go. The movers called and Amara's furniture is arriving later today. I need to go help her find her keys."

Her keys. Shit.

"Go, then," I shooed her away. The faster she left, the faster Eli would stop undressing her with his eyes and the faster I could slit his throat. "Don't expect me to go and help with the furniture, I have to be in Redmond in an hour."

Her eyebrows raised. "Redmond? Killian, it's one in the afternoon, you haven't had your lunch, and have clearly been drinking whiskey. I thought you were done for the day."

"It's why I'm here, darling," Eli said, taking a step toward her, his eyes lingering on her face. "Don't worry, he's safe with me."

"I'm not," I deadpanned.

"Okay," Anastasia shrugged and, just like that, walked past Eli. The door slammed behind her, leaving Eli and I in absolute silence.

Instantly, my eyes found Eli's. "You lay a single finger on her or direct your word at her and I will skin you alive."

An evil grin formed on his lips as he raised his hands up in surrender. "We'll see."

The image of Eli going after Anastasia made my stomach churn. I didn't have the best relationship with her, but that didn't mean I didn't care for her. She was my little sister after all.

Speaking of... my little sister's best friend's keys were in my drawer.

"So," Eli sighed, taking a seat across from me and propping his feet on top of my rosewood desk. I internally grimaced when his black leather shoes settled on top of some files.