"The Mafia's Forbidden Love"

7: guilty pleasure

Killian's POV:

"Take you all the way," I muttered to myself while flipping through the ledger.

Fucked that young lad...

That damn phrase kept repeating in my head.

So, that kid’s her boyfriend? But she told me I was her first—her first everything. Is that lad a complete idiot or just a blockhead?

Only a fool wouldn’t fall for Kieran... So, maybe he is a fool.

Shit. I need some air. And I really need a bottle of whiskey.

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I headed down to the kitchen, grabbed a glass and tossed in a few ice cubes. While I was at it, I picked out some berries—raspberry, blueberry, strawberry... Damn it, these are my guilty pleasure.

Stress was gnawing at me, hard. My clients are getting desperate, some even offering their own kids as collateral... It's making my head pound. What the hell’s wrong with these people? And then there are the others, practically begging for protection. But what choice do they have? I’m the only one they can trust when it comes to keeping them safe.

Still, it’s all wearing me down...

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As I walked down the hallway toward my office, I noticed Kieran’s door slightly open.

Why doesn’t she lock her door? I’ve told Juan and Polly a thousand times to check all the rooms before bed.

Even with my men surrounding the mansion, I’m never fully at ease.

I glanced inside. There she was, lying facedown on her bed, talking to someone on a video call—couldn’t see who, she was wearing ear pods.

Her room was lit up, almost unnaturally bright. She must really hate the dark. The rest of the mansion was bathed in the shadows, just the way I like it, but her room stood out like a beacon.

She was wearing nothing but a pair of carnation pink lace panties and a barely see-through tank top.

Fuck... What am I doing? Why am I watching her?

I really became a pervert when Im near her ..

Too honadsome to be a pervert...

I stepped back, ready to walk away, when I heard her voice.

"Actually, he kisses so well... Not well but I think .. the best kisser I will ever know ... I don’t know why, but I’m addicted to his lips. I can’t even sleep right now... I just want to touch him, or at least see him," she whispered into the phone.

I froze, leaning against the wall just outside her door.

That fucking lad... Kieran’s under my watch. This can’t happen.

"I swear, every time I see him, it feels like my heart stops. It doesn’t beat faster—it just stops, sis... It’s crazy. It actually hurts, you know, seeing him," Kieran added, her voice soft but laced with frustration.

"Actually, nothing happened between us. Nothing, not yet... haha, not yet. I don’t even know... Maybe he’s not that into my body, that’s why. The way he touches me sometimes—like he’s holding back—and then pulls away. It's driving me insane, sis, honestly. But hey, don’t tell anyone about this, okay? This stays between us. God, my mind’s a mess when it comes to him," she giggled, her voice filled with an intoxicating mix of excitement and longing as she spilled her thoughts.

I stood there, still, just listening—each word sending a fresh wave of heat through my chest. Damn it.

It looks like that scrawny kid really is her boyfriend... Not on my watch, young lady.