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TEN
KAI
One more hour. Sixty seconds until I finally get out of here and join Zeke on my first exchange as a Cobra. This is what I’ve been waiting for, a chance to prove myself. To prove to Zeke and every one of his guys who’ve doubted my loyalty, that I’m all in. To show dear old dad, I will in fact amount to something in life, even if it’s being at the front of a notorious motorcycle club he hated, running illegal firearms through enemy lines.
To no surprise, I’ve been told we’re venturing out into the city of Galen Grove tonight, to pick up three crates of semi-automatics, Kane Dalton ordered for us last week.
Yeah, as a Cobra, I’ve finally been let in on the identity of the infamous leader of The Order, one of the rival gangs from the neighboring town. And when I say rival, I mean one of our main suppliers. Not that the rumors I’d heard around the clubhouse hadn’t already answered some questions. I’m eager to meet the man who’s been referred to as the Almighty God of Galen Grove. The same man who lately has been causing trouble amongst my friends.
Perhaps it has something to do with the elitist beliefs of his tribe of skinheads, and the fact Sebastian Silver is dating out of his social class.
“Saint my man, we’ve been looking for you.”
I turn my head toward the bar's entrance at the sound of my best friend's voice. I wasn’t expecting Drake to show up tonight, especially because when he called me earlier, I specifically said I had some shit to take care of and tonight wouldn’t be a good night. Though what I really, never in a million fucking years expected, was who would walk in under his arm.
Stella Silver, my Stella, is perfectly tucked under The Dragon’s wing, looking every bit the untouchable princess she is. Only what I don’t understand is why the fuck Drake is here, with her, laying a goddamn finger on her.
The smirk on his face as they approach me is the evidence I need to realize the anger and jealousy coursing through my veins is written all over my goddamn face.Fuck. I need to rein this shit in. I’m Malachi Saint, I don’t get jealous.
“Hey man, I wasn't expecting to see you around here tonight,” I say, cloaking my rage with a nonchalant grin. Stella looks around nervously, shifting on her heels while Drake’s arm tightens around her. Clearly, whatever plan they’ve devised isn’t going as expected.
“Yeah, I wasn't planning to come, butAngelfacehere wanted to go out for a drink.” He places a kiss on the top of Stella’s head, my hands fisting at my side by instinct.Angelface, what the fuck?Since when does he have a nickname for her?
“So, you decided you’d come here?” I ask curtly, trying hard to keep calm, but my mind is racing with thoughts about what the hell these two are up to.
Drake shrugs his shoulders and gives me a knowing wink. “Yeah, figured we had the hookup here. Besides, The Jungle was jam-packed tonight. I’ll go grab us some beers. Be right back, angel.” He places another kiss on Stella’s head, then hurries off toward the bar, immediately spotting Remi. “Yo, Remi…”
Ignoring him, I step toward Stella who looks out of her element, fiddling with the hem of her suede skirt, trying her hardest to avoid making eye contact with me. “So, you and Drakehangout now? Since when did you decide you had the right to take all of my friends?” I ask harsher than I planned to. It’s not a fair thing for me to say, but frankly, I’m not in the mood to play nice.
That gets her attention, forcing her to turn abruptly and face me, a cute as fuck scowl appearing over her face. She’s gorgeous as always, short skirt, sexy top, and that strawberry blond hair of hers in perfect curls over her shoulders held back with a preppy headband.
“I didn’t knowtheywere your property. Not sure Damon would agree,” she spits out at me, trying her hardest to sound intimidating.
I invade her space completely, inhaling her hypnotizing scent, sweet vanilla with hints of lavender. Bending forward, I place my mouth against her neck and blow softly, her body trembling in my arms as I reach my hand out and grip her waist, catching her before she stumbles back from the intensity of our closeness.
“Since when are you and Damon, all chummy,” I growl into the crook of her neck.
I hear her gasp delicately. Smirking, I mentally pat myself on the back, knowing how badly this is affecting her. Whatever game she’s playing, she and Drake are nothing, and she just proved it to me.
She places her hand on mine, which is tightly gripping her waist, and removes it, taking a step back from me. “Since he’s actually cared enough to acknowledge I exist.” She pushes through me, making it a few steps before I tug her back.
I know she exists. I’m not a fucking idiot. We’re best friends. She’s confessed things to me I know nobody else knows, and I’m sure she knows more about me than even my best friend who’s standing right beside her. I’ve been there for her, through her emotional breakdowns and drunken nights. I’ve held her hair back as she’s puked into the bushes, held her hand as she’s cried herself to sleep. And what Drake plays one fucking game of beer pong with her and suddenlysees her.
“I know damn well you exist, Stella!” I shout after her. Thankfully, the bar is loud enough we only turn a few heads.
“Yeah, only when nobody’s around,” she scoffs, not bothering to turn around and face me.
I grab her arm before she can take another step and chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “Don’t kid yourself Dollface, guys like Damon Drake don’thang outwith girls like you for the fuck of it. If he’s with you, it’s because he’s just as curious about what’s in between those pretty little legs, like every other guy around here.” My fingers graze her inner thigh underneath her skirt, feeling her warmth and craving to sink in further to feel all of her.
A sultry smirk I’ve never seen appears on her face. “Well then, maybe Damon might be the one who finds out.” With the flip of her hair, she leaves me standing there angry, confused, and so fucking hard.
Remi appears, ruining the moment, running her long, red fingernails along my arm. “You know, for someone who says he doesn’t care, you sure look like you’re about to fucking explode.”
“What the fuck do you want, Remington?” I sneer at the annoying as fuck brat who’s become a staple in my life in recent weeks.
“Don’t shoot the messenger Malachi, Boss is looking for you.”
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