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Her lip curls in a sneer. “My name doesn’t mean witch, asshole. Keres is a fucking spirit of death.”
“Same fucking thing,” he grumbles, then climbs onto his bike and starts the engine. He pulls on his helmet and flips the visor, gaze fixed on the hellcat standing beside me. “You want to find these men so badly, you better hope you can keep up with us.” Without another word, he drives out of the gates, leaving her cursing him under her breath.
A thrilling shock of something dark and dangerous lights me up. I lick my lips as I watch her climb onto her bike. Yep. So much fun.
Chapter
Nineteen
KERES
Ipull off my helmet and shake out my curls, watching Ace and Romeo climb off their bikes. We’ve been riding down I-90 for hours and have stopped at a diner near Fremont. I have no idea how much longer we’ll be on the road today, and I hate being kept in the dark.
I rest my free hand on my hip and glare at the two of them. “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”
The two men share a knowing look, and Ace shrugs. “Harrisburg.”
“Pennsylvania?”
Ace nods before walking into the diner with Romeo close behind. They slide into a booth, and I take a seat beside Romeo. Ace picks up two menus and hands one to his buddy, then opens the second one for himself.
“Asshole,” I mutter, reaching over Romeo to grab one for myself. I catch the scent of his cologne, and a memory of that night in their apartment crashes into me, making my face heat.
“So, who’s in Pennsylvania?” I glance over the menu but decide I’m going to have the meatball sub I spotted the waitress carrying when we walked in.
“Someone we need to talk to,” Ace replies without taking his eyes off the menu.
“Someone important? Someone with information?” I fire the questions at him, more than annoyed by his refusal to look me in the eye.
He ignores me, and I slap my menu onto the table. “You think I actually want to be here with either of you?”
Ace goes on ignoring me, and I turn to Romeo, who’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. “Something funny to you?”
He laughs, and the sound is so at odds with this whole fucked-up situation. “It’s real funny seeing you getting all hot and worked up like this, Fuck-up.”
I blink at him. “Fuck-up?”
His grin widens. “That’s what I said.”
“And how exactly am I a fuck-up? Seems to me you’re the ones being forced to babysit the woman who made you look like a pair of fools.”
Ace snarls, but that crazy fuck Romeo only laughs harder. But then he stops laughing, and the atmosphere changes on a dime. The air grows thick with unspoken words and dangerous, sexually charged tension. He leans closer and curls a lock of my hair between his fingers. I want to pull away, but I also want to pretend like his close proximity has no effect on me whatsoever.
His breath dusts over the skin of my cheek, and I suppress a shiver. “You fucked up the moment you let us taste you, Keres.” He licks his lips. “Because now we know how sweet your cunt is, and there’s no stopping this thing that’s gonna happen between us.”
I fix him with my fiercest glare. “If you think I’d ever let either of you touch me again, you’re very much mistaken.”
He clicks his tongue, and his metal stud knocks against his teeth, reminding me of the pleasure he wrought with that piercing. Warmth pools in my core, and I squeeze my thighs together beneath the table. I guess he sees my reaction because he smirks again.
“This thing right here, Fuck-up,” he says, waving his hand between the three of us. “It’s like a ticking time bomb. As much as you tell yourself that you hate us both, you can’t stop thinking about how hard we made you come.” He inches even closer, his lips pressed tantalizingly close to my ear, and I can’t move away. Mostly because I don’t want to. I’m frozen in place, pinned by the memory of our one night together. “I remember how you clawed at my ass when I was inside you, Keres, needy for more of me. So fucking desperate for me to fill your tight little cunt, weren’t you?”
“Can I take your order?” the waitress’s sweet, sing-song voice interrupts us, saving me from having to answer. I let out a sigh of relief. When I glance at Ace, he drops his head quickly, like he was just watching that entire exchange but would rather die than admit it.
“I’ll take a coffee and the steak and eggs please, sweetheart,” Ace says, flashing our blond, tiny-waisted waitress a killer smile. She responds with a giggle and I roll my eyes.
“Same for me, please, doll,” Romeo adds, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as his eyes roam over her curves. Her pale cheeks flush bright pink and I clear my throat, reminding her I’m here.
She glances at me. “And for you?”
