Charming Asshole (Killer of Kings 3)

“Don’t care.” He shoved Shadow off, and kept on walking.

“Do you even know where Boss is?”

“I know where that fucker is.” He’d been working for him for longer than he’d not been working for him. Heading toward the now closed pier as it was late, he climbed the gate, and dropped down on the other side. Glancing toward the security cameras he saw they weren’t in operation, which was a guarantee to him that Boss was here. Wherever the owner of Killer of Kings went, nothing and no one followed him unless he wanted it.

His hands were shaking he was so wired, so ready to kill, and he wanted to. He made his way toward the peak of the pier, and paused when he felt a presence behind him.

“Looking for someone?” asked Boss.

Killian whirled around. “What the fuck do you think you’re using my woman for, huh? You think that shit is funny?”

There was no laughter in Boss’s eyes. “Are you quite finished?” Boss asked.

“You tried to take her away from me.”

“I did nothing of the sort.”

“You sent Chains. Your little lapdog driver. Don’t fucking lie.” He was past any rational thought and grabbed his Glock, pointing it at Boss’s neck.

“I’d think twice about pulling that trigger.”

“Why? Because you’ve got that revenge hit on anyone who kills you? You think I give a shit? I’ve spent my entire fucking life looking over my back. You think I won’t be prepared to take out every single asshole who comes after me for taking a hit out on you?” He spat the words at him, wanting Boss to know exactly how he felt.

Still, Boss didn’t show any signs of fear or anger, or even remorse. There was nothing there. His eyes were empty. “What about June and Killian Junior? Are you going to let them live the rest of their lives constantly looking over their shoulders? Neither of them deserves that.”

“Do not bring them into this. Do not bring them fucking into this!” He yelled the words, feeling the raw pain more than ever before. He was a father to a ten-year-old kid. There was no wa

y he was ever going to be able to allow him to go through any more shit, not from him. It was unfair, and he wouldn’t do it, he couldn’t.

He didn’t lower the Glock immediately. There were moments like this that he wished he had Boss’s balls of steel.

He had a son and a woman to take care of now. There was no way he could risk killing Boss, and spending the rest of his life constantly being hunted down. Slowly, he stepped away, and glared at Boss. “Are you going to attack me? Put me in my place for daring to mess with the king?”

“I’m not a king, Killian. I never claimed to be one. I kill those that need to be brought down, but I’m not one of them.”

“You were going to use my woman.” All the adrenaline was beginning to fade away.

“Yes, because I know what the fuck I’m doing. I was going to use her to bring out the person who started that hit,” said Boss.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s some twisted shit going down in the Dead Angels MC. That club needs purification.”

“But Manic said it wasn’t him.”

“It wasn’t, as otherwise I’d have called you to end him. The kid is trying to do shit right, and I can’t fault him for that.”

Killian paced, rubbing at his temple. “Then who?”

Boss held his hands up. “Enough with the questions. Just understand that I was trying to save your woman and kid. They would never have been in danger. They would have had protection, Killian.”

“June’s been through enough. No more. I won’t have her hurting because of me. Whatever you need to find, you come to me and only me.”

“Fine, but it’s going to take longer.”

“I don’t care. I really don’t fucking care right now.” He stepped away. “I’ve got to go to her.”

“Then go, Killian.”