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I don’t know the specifics, only that he must’ve been one hell of a kid to hang with the club at such a young age. Dad once told me they never had him do anything bad, but he proved his worth every single day.
What happened to you, Kai, before you moved here? Where did that darkness come from?
“Fair enough,” Ryan says. “Have you got the package?”
“Safe and sound.”
“Try not to lose it.”
Kai laughs gruffly. “Really? I was going to swing by the Grand Canyon and drop it in.”
“Ha, ha, ha.”
“You’ll take the fifteen, then the seventy?”
“Most likely.”
“Don’t be afraid to go on a few detours. No need to rush back. The longer she’s gone…” His voice gets grim. “The better.”
I tell myself I don’t care.He’sthe liar. He can get as cocky and cruel as he wants, but hearing so much anger in his voice still hurts, like it’s somehow my fault.
“I wish I could stay here.”
Another stab to the heart. Kai sounds like he’d rather be doing anything else than taking me. Should I call this off? But I can’t hang around town when Ryan’s being such a dick. Or is that an excuse? Maybe I really want to go with Kai, even if he’s doing it reluctantly. I can tell myself it’s inspiration for poetry or to get away from my brother. Maybe it’s just this feeling, this ache, this desire.
I packed my notebook—one of my old ones, withKai & Kaywritten in it. Why would I do that? What’s wrong with me?
When I hear footsteps approaching the door, I hurry into the kitchen and put my bag on the table. Kai enters a moment later, green eyes narrowed.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
He nods, but he’s still looking at me perceptively. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, just let me grab my helmet.”
I rarely use it now that I have a license, but I used to ride with Ryan fairly often. He hardly ever uses cars, so if I wanted a ride, it was the bike.
As I walk out the front door, I’m sure I canfeelRyan watching me from the front window, but I don’t look back.
CHAPTERFOUR
Kai
I can’t tell if Kayla overheard us. When I found her in the kitchen, she looked mischievous as hell, trying to hide it with her wide, innocent eyes and those flushed cheeks. Her hair was a little tousled, like she’d moved quickly.
I tried to note it all distantly as if it didn’t matter. As if just looking at her wasn’t making my shaft swell, precome leak, and hunger burn—everything roaring at me to claim, own, and take her.
She made an excuse and hurried upstairs. I’m wary about following her. There’s a beast in me, more than a Titan. It’s a hungry, savage impulse to strip off her clothes and indulge endlessly in her curvy body. Lick and bite and kiss and spank andown.
I take the stairs slowly, my heart pounding so damn hard. Pausing outside her bedroom, I remember the last time I was here when she was a kid, and I had one of those silly storybooks in my hands. This is thatsamegirl. I’ve got to remember that—my best friend’s little sister. Just because she’s got curves and kissable lips and…
She looks startled when she opens the door and sees me standing here. My manhood aches. My balls are way too damn full.
“Uh, you okay?” she asks, cheeks flushing a deep, tempting red, making her look even more youthful.
“I was going to ask you the same thing,” I say gruffly.
