Chapter 26

Flynn put his cigarette out and pushed his hands in his pockets. He glanced around casually and considered another cigarette.

It was going to be his fourth in the past hour, so he decided against it and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his jeans.

His burn mark had healed, but every time he thought of Killian, he remembered the scar he was going to have because of him.

“Fucking psycho.”

Flynn muttered.

Killian was supposed to be in the sick house, not inheriting the biggest, the strongest and the most influential criminal syndicate not only in Europe but most likely in the whole world.

But the unfairness of the world was a completely different topic.

After he checked the hour for the fifth time in the past 40 minutes, he sat back down in the chair.

He began tapping his foot, and when he confirmed to himself that the big, tall wooden door wouldn&r