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I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white.
Both of them were just fucking around with other people, but now they’re leaving together like a happy little couple.
Before the Defender’s interior light dims out, I see Kota’s blonde hair cross the center console, then lower over the driver’s seat.
“I guess your sister didn’t get enough,” Dex remarks, obviously tuned into the same show as me.
“Step.”
She’s gonna suck his cock right now? Really?
I think that qualifies as a poor decision.
Firing up my truck, I shift into drive, then slowly let my foot off the brake, all…the…way…
“Yo. We’re moving, bro.”
Across…the…lot…until—
“Shit!” Dex yells as we rearend Guy’s Land Rover.
Kota’s head pops back up.
“Huh,” I deadpan before shifting into park and sitting back, waiting for the shitstorm to hit.
Guy jumps out of his car, red-faced and with a…blindfold tied around his neck like a collar. A collar with a tail. Dumbass must’ve tied it unevenly.
Tina laughs first, triggering her brother to do the same. My laughter’s a little slower to surface but a lot more sinister.
“She’s gonna be so pissed,” Dex says.
“She can get out and tell me herself.” Hand on the handle, I wait for her to do exactly that but she stays safely in the car, letting Guy fight her battles. This is all about her. Her and that mouth. It shouldn’t be anywhere near that motherfucker right now. Not after—
“Hey, Khaos? Do you have another sister?”
I frown at Tina through the rearview.
“No. Why?”
“Just wondering which sister is in Guy’s car if Kota’s over there.” She points out the side window.
Dex and I swing our gazes in that direction, and sure enough, Kota’s emerging from the path, headed right for Guy.
“Who’s in the Defender?” Dex asks.
“Fuck,” I say. “Tina, get ready to jump in.”
“Jump in…to what?”
“Between Kota and Lisann.”
“Why would I need to get between—”
“Lisann’s the one in the Defender.” I gesture at the SUV, still not giving a fuck about Guy right next to it.
“Fuck,” Dex says, seconding my thoughts.
“And Kota can’t fight.”
