“Trevor loved down time. The time he could play with his dog and relax around his house. He turned on Life Below Zero on Netflix and lit up a cigarette. Stepping into the kitchen, carrying a glass of whiskey with him. He listened to the t.v. and poked around in his fridge, looking for something good to eat. While he watched the show he fantasized about living in Alaska himself. Off the land. Hunting his own food and building his own home. Surviving, and thriving at it. He could change all his money in for equipment. Give it all up. Killian, Grace, and Frankie flashed in his mind. He has friends now. People who relied on him. People who cared if he disappeared. How he had that now after all this time he couldn’t explain it. For the longest time, he was a nothing that nobody wanted, and Killian was family, and to was Blake. Grace was his closest friend even though they barely knew anything about each other, and Frankie…something about Frankie made his head spin like a top.
“Killian you want something to eat? I’m gonna make London Broil. I started marinading yes…ter…day? He pulled the meat out and was obviously unsure of it, but willing to risk it. Opening up the bowl it was in and sniffing it. He glanced down at Rampage at his feet. "You want some London Broil to don’t you?” Rampage barked back and Trevor laughed “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He started pulling out stuff for a salad as well and looked around, setiing the stuff on the counter. ‘Killian?“ He glanced back down at Trevor. "Where did he go, boy?” He shrugged and took a big sig of his whiskey.
Killian found himself out of sorts. He spent the day training, having a clear schedule as a trainer, and still waiting for his ring. A lot of his small equipment, though, had made it’s way to the gym. He had set up some of it, It ended up filling a relatively small space in the gym. When he had finished setting it all up, he started his training day.
It wasn’t until nearly the end of a three hour session that he noticed Colt was sharing his space in the gym. When Colt took off, he waited a beat and abandoned his workout to go ask the man directly what he was spying on him and his brother for.
He spotted Colt leaving through the exit from the opposite end of the locker room. After taking a large breath and exhaling slowly, he began to twitch with his hands, and then he was stalking forward, a predator following the trail of his prey.
Kilian blasted open the exit door.
“Hey! Long tim no see? Yer the one what sicked them weak-ass thugs on me, yeah?”
“Fuck it, I’m not staying here. I’ve got my mil. I think I might spend a few months in Tijuana. Dimtri can eat it, for once. Stay for what? To get attacked by that guerrilla? No thank you. Just take my money and run, that’d be the smart thing to do.” He stopped, stared down at his duffle bag and shook his head.
Colt flicked his cigarette just in time to hear the a bang. He turned in time to see Killian moving on him fast. There it was, that shiver up his spine. Everything in his nervous system screaming that he was in danger. It was just like with Trevor and Dimitri.
Colt hopped back a step and pulled knife out of his jacket. It was a straight, double edge piece. “Listen, no reason for this to escalate. I did that, yeah. Figured if you were as tough as I thought you were, that you’d be okay. And look at you. Think my guys got it worse.”
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