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“Your brother is right, Holly. We just need to stick to our story. We met at the club. It was all a coincidence.” Kinsey rubs her hands together and pushes to her feet, offering her hand to Holly. “I recognized you from the photos in your brothers’ rooms. We bonded over the fact that we had both been in shitty situations. And don’t forget to tell your father how much you missed him and how thankful you are for him rescuing you when he did.”
My chest puffs with pride at Kinsey’s comment. She knows exactly how to handle assholes like my dad, and I know she’ll help my sister through this. I wish she didn’t know how, but I’m thankful for it.
Holly crinkles her nose. “I hate this.”
Kinsey turns and hugs her. “Me too. But we’re going to get through this. I promise. Your brothers will take care of us.”
“Damn straight,” Desmond says, adjusting his suit jacket as he shows up behind Arsenio outside my suite. “Let’s go downstairs. King Winston is at the gate.”
He offers his hand to Holly, getting her to follow him. I stride to Kinsey, lifting her into my arms. I would carry her around all the time if I could, so I take advantage of it while I can. I know that Arsenio wants to do the same. Our girl’s feet will never touch the floor if we can do anything about it.
“Take a deep breath with me,” Kinsey murmurs, meeting my gaze. “Your muscles are tight. You’re driving my senses wild. I just want to help you relax.”
I rub my lips together and nod my head. “There’s only one way to do that, and we don’t have time.”
Her cheeks flush, tinting rosy in color. “Enzo...” The sweet marshmallow scent of her lust strikes me in the balls, turning me on. My cock hardens, and I drop her a couple of inches, so she can feel exactly what she does to me.
“Or maybe we do.” My voice deepens with my desire, my words purring from my mouth. I capture her lips and kiss her, gliding my tongue over hers until she moans and digs her fingers into my shoulders, fully ready to let me take her here and now. It would be so easy. I’m not even sure anybody would stop us.
Kinsey eases her mouth from mine and rubs her fingers up and down my neck, playing with my hair. “Maybe you can figure out how to rush your father and get him the fuck out of here. All of the stress is getting to you. It’s getting to everyone.”
I growl, thinking about my father and how his presence already ruins my mood. “You’re right. I can’t wait to get the shit over with, so I can bring you back here, get between your legs, and hear you scream my name, baby. Get you to talk dirty to me. Finally get to test out your toys.”
Because damn. I know she’s ready for my kind of fun. I want nothing more than to spend all night teasing and pleasuring her the way I want.
Arsenio smacks me between the shoulders hard enough to get me to focus. “It’ll piss off King Winston if we keep him waiting. He’s coming in right now, so get your mind out of the bedroom. We all need to have clear heads.”
I scowl at him, despite knowing he’s right. I just...I’m so fucking tired of always having to be on guard and ready to battle for this kingdom. Being royalty and in power should be easy when it comes to our pack. We shouldn’t have to worry about our father and instead worry about any outside threats.
“Run ahead, big brother. You know he tolerates me more. I just need to have an extra minute.” I roll my shoulders and kiss Kinsey again. Just feeling her so close gives me the strength I need to focus.
I adjust her in my arms, moving her to my back, so she can cling to me and leave my arms free. Arsenio strolls in front of us, choosing the stairs over the elevator. Desmond and Holly finish our line, ensuring that I don’t turn around to run back to the room. I need to stop being a chickenshit. I don’t know why I’m so anxious about all of this. We can handle our dad. He is one fucking man. And I’m a goddamn good alpha and prince. I know my shit around here, and I can fight. He can’t intimidate me like he used to. I’m not a little boy for him to beat into place.
“My sons!” Dad’s voice bellows through the grand entrance of the palace, his presence demanding attention as always. “My beautiful daughter. I’m so sorry it took me so long to come and visit. Some territory matters have come up, stopping me from getting to you.”
He’s full of shit, and we all know it. He knows we know it. Yet, here he is, trying to make stupid ass excuses instead of just admitting that he is either plotting against us or too fearful to face us. Too ashamed to face us.
Holly doesn’t respond to him, clinging onto Desmond, using him as a shield. It’s enough to keep King Winston from charging her in confrontation. Because we all know that this isn’t a reunion. This is an interrogation.
“Why don’t we head to the living area? The kitchen staff has made some hors d’oeuvres before dinner. Perhaps you would like some wine?” Arsenio greets our father with a bow, offering him an arm to half-hug him at the same time as guiding him toward the grand sitting room we rarely ever use, choosing to remain in our own suites and out of the staff’s way.
“That sounds wonderful.” King Winston claps his hands together, startling Kinsey.
She shudders against my back, squeezing me tighter. She remains silent as if she fears even a simple breath could bring his attention to her. Rage simmers inside me. It pisses me off just knowing that the woman of my dreams fears my father.
We follow everyone in silence, Wilder leading the way with King Winston. I can’t stand the quiet, so I pull out my phone and turn on the surround sound, playing the classic rock my father favors. The melodious ballad along with the guitar rift hums through the air, soft enough to let us hear each other but enough to get my father to grin at me from over his shoulder.
“You’re way too good at sucking up,” Arsenio murmurs, slowing down to stand beside me, waiting for King Winston to pick a seat.
The bastard picks the middle of the couch, patting the seat beside him as he glances at Holly. It’s a power move, forcing her to be within his reach. Wilder flicks his gaze to mine and then to the plush chair, silently motioning me to sit away from them with Kinsey.
I shift Kinsey from my back and into my arms, plopping down with her on my lap. Arsenio vanishes down the hall leading toward the kitchen, and Wilder curls and uncurls his fingers as he sits on the other side of King Winston.
“How familiar this is,” King Winston says, swiveling in his seat to stare at Holly. “My beautiful family back together. What a dream I pray to never wake up from.”
Or a nightmare I wish could be over.
I fake a dumbass smile, reaching out to offer my fist to Dad. “Now, if only we had booze.”
