“Yeah… that won’t be a problem.” She smirks, already pulling her phone out.
I pick my glass back up, taking another slow sip as my eyes move around the room again, already picturing it exactly how I want it.
Loud.
Crowded.
Alive.
Exactly the opposite of what this place has been.
Chapter 2
Cain
By the time I reach the end of the street, the party practically announces itself—the music shaking through the night, lights spilling across the dark, and cars abandoned along the curb like nobody cared where they left them.
I slow down as I get closer, letting the bike roll the last few meters before stopping right in front of the gate, taking in the scene without rushing.
The place is full, people scattered across the yard in small groups, drinks in their hands, voices overlapping into a constant background noise—the same spoiled crowd as always, dressed well and living off mommy and daddy’s money.
I cut the engine, and the quiet is instantly swallowed by the music, the laughter, the background noise of a party already in full swing. I don’t move right away, one hand still resting on the handlebar as I quietly take it in. Then I take off my helmet andhook it onto the mirror, dragging a hand through my hair as I lean back against the seat, letting my eyes roam over the house, the windows, the people.
On the surface, I blend in easily. Underneath, I’m everything they’d never survive.
“Yeah…” I mutter under my breath. “Let’s just get this over with.”
I let the thought settle, giving the faint nausea these idiots trigger a chance to fade. I swing my leg off the bike and straighten up, rolling my shoulders as I take in the place again.
Time to put the rich boy mask on and blend in with the crowd.
I move forward at an unhurried pace, hands settling into my pockets as I pass people too far gone to notice anything beyond their own buzz—hell, they’re so out of it they’d sell their own mother for another hit.
A few heads turn as I get closer to the house, and I give them a brief nod—the friendly mask settling in like second nature.
I didn’t come here to make friends.
The closer I get, the louder it becomes—the music, the voices—all of it pressing in like it means something.
It doesn’t.
Not to me.
I head for the door, my eyes moving over everything in my path, taking it apart piece by piece. Same place. Same people.
A slow smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth.
“Now…” I murmur, low enough to get lost in the noise. “Where the fuck are you, kitten?”
Chapter 3
Cain
I didn’t think the place would be this full, but judging by how packed the house is and how the noise spills into every corner, it’s pretty obvious this turned into one of the biggest parties this town has seen in a while.
I move further inside, slipping between people without much effort, stepping around the ones who are already too drunk to notice anything that isn’t right in front of them, my attention moving over the crowd as I search for a familiar face.
Tess.
