Soooo, here is your next chapter! I decided to upload this one right away because I know how impatient all my crazy bitches are. 

Tell me, am I awesome or what? 

Anyway, just a little disclaimer. This chapter contains details that will make you want to shank a bitch. So, please refrain from throwing your phones and smashing your computers. Just remember that your techno babies did nothing wrong.  

I also wanted to let you know that Lacey's story is based on a true story. My friend went through this and I asked her permission to include it in my story. She is okay now and is currently living a wonderful life (You'll understand what I mean after you read this chapter). 

Anyway, back to reading, and remember, no violence. 

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Killian's P.O.V

She was late. I expected her to be at the flower shop more than an hour ago. She called and said that she was going to be a little late, but an hour and a half had already passed, and she wasn't picking up any of my calls.

I checked my watch for the seventh time. I felt myself panic and it confused me because I felt genuine fear for her wellbeing. I started wondering if her husband, Richard, had anything to do with her lateness.

I almost wish he did. I just needed a valid reason to kill him. He didn't know it yet, but I had a bullet with his name on it and a hole that would be his permanent resting place.

"Sorry, I'm late."

My thoughts were brought to an end by her arrival. She looked flushed like she was running, but her beautiful smile was still in place.

"I was just about to get my gun and go looking for you."

She laughed, "Glad to know you care about me that much. But I had to get my alibi straight."

She came to sit beside me. "I had no idea, Killian, I promise. When I left here earlier, I knew that I was going on a raid, but I wasn't given any information beyond that. I wasn't told who it was that we were raiding. Had I known it was you, I would have told you before I left."

For whatever reason, I believed her. I knew that she would have told me. However, I didn't understand why she was risking herself to protect me. And I found it hard to believe that love was all it took for her to betray herself, her family and her job."

I turned to her, "Make me understand why you're doing this? You don't know anything about me apart from what you've read. You don't know me well enough to love me. And you definitely don't owe me anything. So, why the hell are you doing this?"

Her behaviour confused me, and I guess it confused her as well. She shrugged her shoulders, looking surprised and unsure how to answer my question.

"I don't know what to tell you, Killian. I just know how I feel, how I've felt from the moment I saw your picture and read your file. I can't explain it. I felt this weird but comfortable connection to you like I belong. Like I belong with you...to you."

My head started hurting. It was all so damn confusing. I felt like my life was a novel with many plot twists and turns, and the author was just having fun f**king my life up.

Who the f**k was Lacey Malcroft, and what connected her to Red? This was the question that was on everyone's mind.

"Strangely enough, I believe you. And even stranger, I feel the exact same way as you. It's so f**ked up."

I ran my hand through my hair, and she sighed next to me. We were both confused.

"Start from the beginning. Tell me about your life? I know that Richard is your adopted brother, tell me how you got from being his adopted sister to his wife?"

She didn't ask how I knew that much, and I didn't tell her either. Instead, she looked a little embarrassed. Ashamed even.

"Okay, I guess I'd have to tell you some time anyway. What better time than the present."

She stayed quiet for a while, and I decided not to push her. I could sense that whatever it was, must be hard for her to talk about. She took her jacket off, resting it on the arm of the chair.

"Well, I was adopted when I was six. According to my mother, my birth parents couldn't take care of me, so they asked her to adopt me. At the time she really wanted another child because she couldn't have another one. Richard is her real son, but Lucy and I are adopted."

She paused, looked at me then back at her hand. I could tell that she was contemplating whether she should continue or not. In the end, she decided to continue.

"I had what would be considered a normal childhood upon till I was ten. My mother was nice to me, my sister was nice to me and so was Richard. I thought my life couldn't get any better until it didn't."

Her hands started shaking, and she gripped them tightly, to control them. I placed my hand over hers, to calm her and she quickly grabbed them, squeezing. I didn't know what she was going to say next, but I could tell that it was going to be bad.

"I had just turned ten. I guess I was happy because it meant that I was close to being a teenager. I wanted to grow up so badly, like any other kid my age. It was about a month after my birthday. Mum took Lucy out with her, and Richard and I were left in the house. He was eighteen at the time. I was in my room listening to music and doing girly stuff when he came in, and told me he had a late birthday present for me."

My entire body stiffened because I knew exactly where the story was heading. If I didn't want to kill Richard before, I desperately wanted to do it now.

"I was excited, I asked him what it was? He took my hand and we sat down on my bed, and he smiled at me and said, 'remember I told you that you were special to me because you were adopted on my birthday?' I nodded, still smiling like an idiot. But then he said, 'wanna know why you were adopted on my birthday?' I was confused, but still nodded wanting to know."

As she spoke, I started to get a really bad feeling. I f**king prayed that it was not what I was thinking, but the next thing she said verified my suspicions.

"The bastard smirked at me and said, 'you were my birthday present, Lacey, so I can do whatever I want with you."

She paused to catch her breath, wiping the tears that had started falling. I was so angry that I was vibrating with it. I was going to kill the bastard and enjoy it immensely. F**k, I wanted to kill her adopted mother if she really adopted her so that her son could have a plaything.

She continued talking, "I don't think I need to tell you what happened next."

Putting my arms around her, I pulled her close, comforting her. She rested her head on my chest and sob softly.

"Did you ever tell your mother?"

She nodded.

"And what was her reaction?"

I knew that however her mother reacted wasn't what she expected, because the bastard wasn't in jail, and she ended up being his wife.

She didn't answer me. So, I gently pulled her away and forced her to look at me. I needed her to confirm what I already knew. I needed to know how many people I was going to kill.

"She um, she said that I should be grateful that I had a roof over my head, clothes on my back, a warm bed to sleep in, and food in my stomach. So, what if Richard wanted to touch me. It was the least I could do after all that she had done for me. My parents threw me away like dirt, and she kindly took me in. I needed to repay my debt someway."

F**king useless parents! Even death seemed too good for her. The evil bitch needed to join my father in hell, and I was going to make sure of it.

"I couldn't do anything after that. I didn't tell anyone about the abuse because I was afraid that I'd have to live in an orphanage, and I didn't want that. Lucy started being very mean to me because of all the attention I was getting from Richard. I tried telling her that I didn't ask for his attention, but it was no use. She already hated me."

I didn't think her story could get any worse, but as she spoke, I started wondering how the hell did she survive and still turned out normal.

"After a while, I started asking myself why me? Why not Lucy. Not that I wanted it to be Lucy, but why did mum pick me for Richard? It wasn't until I was about fifteen that I found out that Lucy's parents were mum's best friends. Mum and Richard father were on a night out with Lucy's parents. They got into a car crash on their way back and three of them died, leaving only mum. So, she took Lucy in and raised her as her own, but when Richard took an interest in her, she decided to put a stop to it, by adopting me to replace Lucy."

She gave a slight hysterical little laugh. "She adopted a whole ass person so that her perverted son could f**k, instead of getting him hospitalised for his sickness. I guess after that, I just accepted it and went along with everything. I got pregnant two times before I turned sixteen and both times mum took me to get an abortion. She made me lie and say that I didn't know who the father was. And when I was eighteen, she said that Richard and I should get married and I guess I just went along with it."

She wiped the tears from her eyes, sobering up a little. She gave a little smile as if to say she's over it and it's all in the past. But I knew differently.

"So, there you go. That's my f**ked up story in a nutshell."

She put her hands over her mouth and sighed into it. Her eyes looked extremely tired, like reliving those painful memories took everything out of her.

"I'm so sorry that you had to live through that. No one should have to live through that."

She smiled, brushing it off. "It's okay. It's not like I remember any of it anyway."

I looked at her confused. "What do you mean?"

"A few years ago, I was in an accident. From what I was told, I was working undercover, but my cover was blown. The people I was infiltrating found out I was FBI and tortured me before throwing me into the river. Richard was following them and happened to save my life. I woke up with no memory of who I was. But was told that I was married and had triplets whiles I was in a coma. I remembered nothing about my life. Everything I just told you was what I read in my diary that I found after I came out of the hospital."

My heart skipped a beat. "Which river was it?"

"The Bilston River, why?" She looked at me curiously, wondering where I was going with this.

I needed more confirmation, "By the old Bilston boathouse, near the abandon docks?"

"Yeah. Why, do you know something about it?"

I scooped her into my arms. So many different emotions overtook me. I felt fear, anger, sadness, happiness but most importantly, relief.

"Oh, baby. I knew it. I f**king knew it. From the moment, I saw you, held you, I knew you were mine."

I closed my eyes and embraced her. Five f**king years thinking she was dead. Five f**king years living in a nightmare, with memories of her falling into that cold river. I couldn't believe that she was finally back in my arms.

"What are you talking about, Kilian? I'm really confused. What do you know?"

She pulled away from me, looking at me with her big, beautiful eyes. Eyes that I loved so f**king much.

"That you are mine, have been from the moment I laid eyes on you."

She folded her arms and frowned. "Somehow, I think there's more that you're not telling me."

I laughed. Brushing the hair away from her face, I leaned in to kiss her lips. She didn't pull away from me, just leaned into my kiss. I broke the kiss and continue to hold her in my arms.

I was happy to have her back, but I didn't think telling her that she was my dead wife was going to do her any good. Or, that all the people in her life that she's known for the past five years, were probably lying to her.

I knew that she was my wife. I felt it to my core. I don't know exactly what part the FBI played in changing her looks and her identity, but I knew they were involved. However, I knew that the biggest contributor was Richard and his entire f**ked up family.

The question that remained was, who the f**k was Lacey Malcroft, and why was my wife in her life?