HI MY LITTLE KILLERS, I'M BACK!!!!!!

OMG, HOW HAVE ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE BEEN? I KNOW I'VE BEEN AWAY FOR A VERY LONG TIME, BUT I'M BEEN REALLY ILL AND WAS EVEN CONSIDERING QUITTING WATTPAD. HOWEVER, BECAUSE OF ALL THE MESSAGES I GOT ASKING ME TO CONTINUE THIS BOOK, I DECIDED NOT STAY. 

I'M STILL A BIT UNDER THE WEATHER, BUT FEELING MUCH BETTER. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER, I KNOW IT'S SHORT, BUT I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE NEXT ONE LONGER. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT, VOTE AND FOLLOW. 

I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT.

PIC OF CARA!

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chapter 9

Killian's P.O.V

She's nothing like her, the two are like night and day. She is cold and emotionless, I've seen her kill and felt no remorse even if the person she killed happened to be innocent. My baby, on the other hand, has just that bit of spark in her that sets my blood on edge. She knows exactly how to enrage me in one breath and calm my demons in the next.

For seven years I thought that she was dead, I went through every day thinking that I'd never get to see her again, never get to kiss those soft lips of hers, never get to hear her moan my name as I lose myself inside of her. But, now that I know she is alive, I fully intend to get what is mine.

"What are you thinking about, lover?"

I look up from the computer in front of me, not bothering to hide the image that I was looking at. Cara stood behind me, lightly resting her delicate hands on my shoulders. I didn't bother to correct her. Ever since I found out that my wife was not dead, I ended it with Cara. However, because of how good she is at finding people, I kept her around to help me. She wasn't too thrilled at that, but the money I offered to pay her was an incentive.

"Why are you still here, Cara, I told you this room is off limit"

She ignored me and scrawled at the image on the screen. It was very hard for her to hide her bitchy side. She thought that she had some kind of claim over me, but she was going to find out that the only woman who has that honour is my precious little red-haired vixen.

"So, you still want to find this bitch even though she ran off and left you to die, so she could f**k another man?"

I was out of my seat so fast that she didn't have time to react when I grabbed her by her throat. I felt rage so strong that killing her seemed like a brilliant f**kng idea.

"Let's get one thing straight, call my wife a bitch again and I will make you feel so much pain that even the devil will be jealous."

She pushed on my chest, her face guarded. Her vengeful bitch persona gone and in its place, was the cruel woman that took pleasure in doing her job. She picked a file up and handed it to me. I took it and started flipping through it, most of it was what I already knew, but some of it was new to me.

As I continued turning pages, my hand stopped at a recent picture of the woman that has become my obsession. I ran my hand over it, tracing the outline of her full lips. She looked so f**king heavenly, just as beautiful as I remembered her, but so much more grown up. I frowned when I saw that her hair was no longer red, instead, it was a burnt brown colour.

With much reluctance, I turned to the next page and what I saw stunned me. The picture of the little redhead girl looking back at me baffled me. I was pissed at first until I remembered that she told me was pregnant the day that bitch shot me.

When I first woke up in the hospital and found out I've been shot in the head, it took me one week to really come to terms with it and another week recognised my friends and family.

However, it was until a month after that I remembered Lilly. It took a team of doctors and my security guards to restrain me. I was getting ready to leave, I'd had enough of the wretched place and I wanted to see it in my rereview mirror. When I was fully dressed, I grabbed my wallet and before shoving it into my pocket I opened it, deciding to familiarise myself with my life. I knew that there were a few things that I still hadn't remembered, and I didn't think I'd be very happy with any more surprises.

I was about close it when I saw a picture of peeking out, it was hidden behind a few business cards. I pulled it out and the moment my eyes took in the fiery redhead smiling up at me, I freaked the hell out.

Everything about her came rushing back to me, but the memory that was stuck on repeat in my head was of her crying as my men carried her from the room. Her name fell from my lips, and when I realised that I've seen everyone since I woke up except her, I turned the hospital into a war zone.

When Mik arrived and told me that the woman I breathed for was dead, I almost killed him and everyone else that was in my way. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that Natasha and her crazy ass mother was going to die painfully by my hands.

All these years and I never remember her telling me that she was pregnant. I knew that there was a lot that I didn't remember from that day and may never remember.

"Her name is Roselia Blackwell,"

Cara snorted, "I can't believe that she gave the bastard child your name."

Without raising my head from the picture, I answered her.

"That's because she's mine."

Cara swore, "Please tell me you don't f**king believe that?"

Having enough of her commentary, I slammed the file down on the desk and very softly told her to shut the f**k up.

She grunted but decided to heed my warning. Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the sofa in the corner of the room and sat down.

I continued reviewing the file, reading and taking in everything that my little witch has been up too. I saw a picture of a much older girl than my daughter and read what it said about her. I smiled when I realised that Lilly took the girl in and raised her as her own. However, the smile was wiped from my face when I saw the guy that she was shacked up with.

The rest of the file was forgotten as I took the picture out and stared at it. I heard Cara laugh and went I looked up she had a satisfied smirk on her face.

"I see you've discovered your wife's new boy toy. Funny, for some you claim would love and stay true to you even in death, she seemed to have moved on quite quickly."

I crushed the picture and threw it in the trash. I ignored her comment and instead focused on the rest of the file's content.

"There better be an address in here, or I might just have to show you what I think of incompetence."

She snorted, "Do I look like a f**king amateur?"

I didn't give her a reply, instead, I carried on reading and wrote the address down when I finally found.

Picking up my phone, I called Mik. I knew that he was dealing with Jessy and would be busy, but I didn't give a f**k. He still worked for me, and I needed him to help retrieve my family and kill the mother**ker who thought he could take them away from me.

"Killian, this is not a good time."

In the background, I could hear Jessy and she didn't sound too happy about being kept hostage. Mik swore and was about to hang up when Jessy yelled at him and I heard something crashing into the wall.

"What the f**k is wrong with you woman?!"

Her response was to smash something else into the wall.

"Look, Killian, I call you back when I'm done killing this crazy bitch."

"I found her, Mik and she's got my kid."

I knew that would get his attention.

"F**k! When do you need me for?"

Just the thought of waiting one more day to get my fiery little devil was enough to make me want to kill somebody. There's just no way I was leaving my wife to play house with that dead mother**ker.

I'm taking back what is mine, and killing all those that dare to touch her.

"Tonight."

"I'll be there, and I'll bring back up."

I hanged up the phone, leant back in my chair and closed my eyes. Her musical laughter rang through my head, and her defiant eyes glared at me. The image made me smile, but it was short lived.

"Don't tell me you're going to kiss and made up when you get her back. She's f**king another man, and you're here smiling like a love-sick schoolboy, who's about to ask the girl he's been crushing on all of his pathetic life to prom."

Deciding that I've had enough of her smart mouth, I gave her one last warning.

"I told you before and I'm not going to tell you again, get the f**k out, this room is off limit to you."

She glared at me, but she grabbed her stuff and started towards the door, but stopped when she was almost through it.

"I'm coming with you tonight. You might trust her, but I don't know her and what she's capable of. You need me there to have your back in case shit goes south."

I didn't bother to tell her no because she'd just show up anyway. When she was gone, I sighed in relief. Sometimes Cara can be too much to handle, and the only way to take her is in doses.

Packing up the file and all of its content, I placed it in my desk drawer and locked it. I was about to get up and leave myself, but my phone rang.

"Yeah?"

"Boss, I've got a lead on Natasha, but we're not the only one onto her. A few of my boys had an encounter with the woman they called Black Widow. I'm ashamed to say that they got their handed to them by a girl. But, we've got her cornered, she can fight, but I don't think she'll be able to hold out for long."

Jumping out of my chair, I grabbed my keys and headed out of the door.

"Whatever you do, don't let her go. I want to have a chat with this infamous Black Widow."

Liam chuckled, "You got it, boss."

I checked my watch and saw that I only had nine hours to spare before I had to get my unruly wife back. I smiled to myself as I drove to meet my men. It's been a long time since I had a good fight with someone who doesn't throw a punch like their eighty.

This was going to be fun!
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People please don't come after me for any grammar mistakes. I never claimed to be a professional, this is just a draft. If my grammar offends you then by all means leave and go read another book.