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That’s when I peeked over and noticed the blinds open to the windows that lead out to the gym with frozen fighters staring in.
I headed for the door, then looking over my shoulder, I said, “I will be over around six.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I just opened the door and walked out of my brother’s office and out of the gym.
8
RYAN
With Beastie Boys jamming through my AirPods and adding weight to the barbell, I peeked up, my dick twitching immediately. I knew that body, that gorgeous hourglass figure. I secretly stared at that body as a teenager—the long red wavy hair that I imagined wrapped around my hands.
Kenna is here.What was she doing here, and when did she get here?
I stopped everything and followed her. I watched her walk out of the gym and to that same blue Camry, I saw her leave in five years ago. She never turned around. I only got to see the back of her perfect silhouette, but I couldn’t complain. I enjoyed the back view just as much as the front.
Once she pulled out of the parking lot, I ran, not walked to Conor’s office.
“Holy shit, Kenna is here,” I yelled as I entered Conor’s office.
“She just got back,” Finn stated. He looked pissed when he should look happy to see his sister.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Motherfucker hit her,” Conor literally spit the words out.
“Wait, what? Who hit who?” I asked, looking between both Finn and Conor.
Conor would not answer, so Finn said, “Kenna.”
My hands balled into fists.
“What the fuck do you mean, Finn? What about Kenna?” I roared.
“She is coming to dinner tonight,” is all he said, looking down at my hands curled into a tight fists, making my knuckles white.
Conor was naive to my feelings toward Kenna, but Finn knew how I felt about her. At least he knew when we were in high school. He caught me many times checking his sister out. We never spoke of it because I would never act on my feelings. I don’t know if it was exactly a feeling more like I wanted her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock.
Finn knew there was no way I had a death wish because Conor would murder me if I made a move on his little sister. So, I bottled up all those feelings and pretended I only saw Conor and Finn’s little sister as my own little sister.
“I will fucking be there,” I stated, looking Finn directly in the eyes, eyes I knew were showing just as much anger as his and Conor's.
I walked out before Conor could even jump in because I was not sure if he saw me acting as a protective older brother or a man who wanted nothing more than to protect and claim her.
There was no way I was going to weight train. I needed to smash my fists into something or someone.
“Jax,” I yelled to the newbie, “Get your fucking ass on the mat, now!”
After about an hour of sparring, I exited the octagon to the locker room to grab my bag. I would shower at home. I needed to get the fuck out of here and figure out what happened to Kenna. I tried to think where she would be. I know she isn’t at her brother’s house because they said she was coming over for dinner, so that meant she was either at a hotel or staying with someone.
“Fuck,” I yelled through the car.
Dropping my head to the steering wheel, feeling like I failed another important woman in my life. With my head resting on the steering wheel of my brand-new F-150 truck that I gifted myself for my last win, my thoughts drifted to memories I stuffed so deep inside myself years ago. Now years later, here I am, faced again with a woman who means everything to me, hurt and battered.
Kenna, my Kenna is hurt.
With rage boiling in me, I stepped on the brake and pushed the button to start my truck. Roaring out of the parking lot, barely looking to see if any cars were coming, I sped down the main road, taking several left and right turns until I was there facing my past, the past I buried. I had not been here in what felt like a lifetime ago.
Parked in the visitor’s lot, I stared down the little beaten-up road at the mobile home I grew up in. It was still as small as I remembered, if not smaller. I was sure that a new family lives there now, and I wondered if they knew what horrible things happened there. I gripped the steering wheel hard as I thought about a frail woman, beaten and bloody. I could not tell where the blood was coming from. I can still see myself holding her when I was so small, trying to comfort her and take her pain away.
