AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Jesus, Ky, do you have to be such a fucking asshole?” Keaton taps my thigh with his. “Can’t believe you and Cartier share the same blood.” Even though the last part was mumbled beneath his breath, I caught it. He knew I would. Anyone so much as mentions my sister’s name and I’m like a fucking wolf hunting for its next meal.
I turn to face him. “Motherfucker, don’t you worry about my sister. How many times do I have to tell you?” I stand from my chair, my tongue flicking over my bottom lip. “Are we done? I need to go fuck something before our first show tomorrow.”
Perse casts a tense smile toward Eli. “This is Kyrin. He’s damaged. You’ll get used to him.”
Eli keeps his eyes on mine. “My type.”
Just as my hands are on the door handle, Perse stops me. “Ky, stay off Lilith. Go fuck Kenan. He’s been thirsty for your dick since he got here.”
I turn over my shoulder. “He ain’t my type.”
“What, a guy?” Eli asks, and I know what he’s doing.
I picked up his tone the second I walked up in here.
I slam the door closed on all of them. I’m not going to give him the answer he wants, and that is that sin is my favorite color.
Fucking Bishop and his smart-ass ideas. I don’t want to be here. In fact, I’ll go as far as to say that I want to be gone by the time they’re packing up for their next town.
“Sorry about him.” Persephone zips up her hoodie. “He’s a little unhinged.”
“And for the record,” King adds, squeezing Perse’s thigh, “Kenan being a dude isn’t the issue. Kyrin very much swings both ways.”
Good to know. Not that I’m too keen on tapping that anytime soon. He seems way too fucking volatile to be a good time, which is all I’m interested in right now. Or ever.
“I promise I’ll stay out of your hair, P.” I push up from the table, already needing some space to gather my thoughts.
“It’s no problem, bro,” King assures, tapping at Perse to let up. “We haven’t got anything to hide, and The Kings are always welcome here.”
I believe him. Unfortunately, Bishop does not. I’m making it my mission to make him see reason before this week is up. I can’t be fucking around playing Mr. Spy all while I need to be back rolling the multibillion-dollar companies that we all run back in New York, and the better part of the United States in general. I like playing with boys and girls—true—but money doesn’t lie and fuck you back.
“You’ll stay with us in our RV.” Keaton gestures toward the door I came in. “Since Killian and Saskia are all loved up now, his room is free. It’s just me, Kyrin, and Lilith right now, though the new thing is if you get a girlfriend, you move out. Apparently.”
Keaton glares at King over his shoulder. King flips him off before burying his head between Perse’s thighs. Fuck, but they’re full-on. Stepping off that bus gave me a full view of just how Midnight Mayhem party. Buses were lined opposite each other, creating one path down the middle lit with solar lights, and at the very end lay the infamous lilac and black tent that curved up to the sky. Little firepits were scattered between buses as music spilled through the dark night. If you didn’t already know, you sure as fuck would if you stumbled across the setting. This group partied about as hard as they performed, and that’s saying something, because they went big in their shows.
I don’t bother fighting my grin. I’m way too much in my zone. “This might just be alright after all…”
Keaton chuckles, patting me on the shoulder. “Oh, this is nothing. This is tame because we can’t go too crazy before a show. The real fun?” He pulls open the door of a matte black RV. “Is the night before we set off. It’s when work is done and we can let loose.”
I tilt my head to the side, catching laughter coming from a bus a few lines down. Mainly girls, with the exception of who I’m guessing is Kenan. Not sure why, I just know that’s Kenan.
“Ah.” Keaton clucks his tongue against his upper mouth, backtracking down the steps while following my eyes. “That is trouble.” He points to the brunette who is straight-up hot as fuck. Damn. “She’s taken. That’s Saskia Dragavei, also known as Killian’s fucking property. The one next to her is Kenan. He’ll hit on you, you’ll get over it. The chick next to him is Rose—”
“She’s fucking hot, too. Jesus, are any of your girls not attractive?”
He smirks at me, his eyes twinkling. “You do know what we do for a living, right? These girls are sexy, yeah, but they’re all fucked up one way or another.”
