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Killian tenderly ran his fingers over Samantha's face and didn't even know if she even realized what she was doing to him when she smiled at him like that. The mention of the three weeks that Samantha had planned to learn to fight himself had been the most unproductive of his training career.

He hadn't let her out of his sight for a second and neglected his own training. He himself was only allowed to be there because he had regularly arranged thefts for the owner. When Samantha came up with her request and approached the owner of the dojo with it, he thought it was generosity that she was allowed to train as well.

At least until her first training session, when one of the trainers had his hands on her for a moment too long. She had only been thirteen then, too young to take interest in touches like this. But not him. She was a kid and this pedophile asshole had laid hands on her. He had been in a bind then. He needed the jobs, he needed the training, but he didn't want to give the bastard any excuses to touch her either.

Luckily for him, Samantha just wasn't a real fighter and quickly hid behind her books again with a lot of excuses and the owner never approached her again, he also didn't ask why Samantha had stopped again. Killian had never told him it was her own decision and suspected that Killian had dragged his sister off the mat for his behavior reinforced by hinting, that he would do anything to defend her.

The coach took the hint. And Killian wouldn't spoil that memory for her. She hadn't noticed, and that was a good thing. "You were terrible. For real. I swear I've never seen anyone as clumsy as you."

With that, he managed the last few inches to her lips and kissed her as gently as he could. He loved the taste of her and the way her body shifted She pressed against his. She was made for him. Her soft curves nestled against his with such perfection that he couldn't believe it was a coincidence.

"I know I shouldn't ask, but what exactly happened out there?" Killian hesitated, continued to lick her pouty lips, then thrust his tongue in and pressed it against her until he could feel her nice full breasts against his torso.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked, running a hand up her bare thigh to dip his fingers in her warmth again. Even that small touch was enough to make her wet again. He groaned slightly. She was so wonderfully famished.

"You're distracting, Killian! Please tell me," she demanded, pushing away from him. She was right, he didn't want to talk about it, not because he wanted to keep it a secret, but because he didn't know how she would react to the engagement.

But her gaze was iron and he knew best that his little sister usually got what she wanted when she looked at him like that. She could be a real pighead.

"Promise you'll let me finish before you freak out," he demanded and Sam frowned suspiciously but nodded. Killian took a deep breath, took her hand in his and began to explain everything as briefly as possible made a deal with old collin to start this club so we could have something to fund a future for both of us i did some not really legal side business for him and then about a year ago, he had made such a fool of me that he decided to include me in his family," he said quickly. Sam's eyes widened.

Of course, she immediately understood what it was all about and wanted to pull his hand away, horrified and angry, but he held her tight.

"So you chose me?" Sam asked, seeming less angry than when she first found out about the planned marriage. Killian smiled, pulling her close to him and resting his forehead on hers.

“ As if it was ever different. Of course I choose you. I would always choose you. And before you ask, Sebastian is here because he has joined forces with me and we hope to have someone else's support."

"MarshCollins? When he's dying, he's got other problems and his current crew better stay out of this conflict until they figure out who to follow after their boss dies. They would be stupid to take sides now, waiting for them would be pointless," Samantha whispered. Of course, her enormous perceptiveness had already recognized the dimensions of her situation. Killian's hand slipped unerringly between her legs.

"I find your waking mind super hot, do you actually know that? Whenever you talk smart like that, I want to throw you on a table and do very primitive things to you," he whispered back, and Samantha blushed. Completely.

A faint pink tinge ran from her hairline down to her breasts. But then he withdrew his hand again,

"But I didn't mean Marsh, love. Go take a shower, I'll fix us something to eat." He grinned broadly and inwardly hoped they had a few more hours of peace before all hell broke loose.