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“I need to go home,” I blurt, and with my eyes still on the outside view, I let go of his strong body, needing to ground myself. Without him. “Yeah, I need to go.” Kai doesn’t object and moves back, taking away his scent of sandalwood and lemongrass, of arrogance and whiskey, and I turn to grab the pile of clothes that is mine. My body aches a little at the invasion, but it’s a good ache. An“I’m no longer a virgin”kind of ache. Who would ever have thought it?
I dress myself as quickly as possible, hoodie zipped back up and ratty shoes tight over my fading blisters. When I look up, I find Kai watching me, his dark gaze assessing me for whatever. He’s still naked, and draped over an armchair, holding a full glass of whiskey in his hand. He has another tattoo on his shoulder, a similar collection of black waves, like the water. When he doesn’t speak, I awkwardly gesture to the door.
I take in a deep breath. “Okay, well, bye—”
“Wait.” Kai gets up, pulls a bathrobe from the wall, and while putting it on, he walks to the door. His tall, rippled frame looms over me. “Tell me, because I need to know for sure. Those two thousand dollars All Saints paid you.”
“Yes?” My voice falters. His eyes won’t leave me, searching, dragging,pullingthe truth out of me.Come on.
“That’s all there is? They didn’t hurt you and force you into something you didn’t want?” My eyes flicker around his face, jaw impossibly tight.
“I—I—” I want to tell him, but he can’t know. If he knows, he’ll use it for his own gain, their own war with All Saints. And then Damon will never give me Dad’s letter.
“Yes, that’s it,” I whisper, feeling defeated. Kai presses his lips into a thin line, disappointment clear on his gorgeous face.
“Alright then.” He opens the door, then waves at his bodyguard, who stands waiting across from us.
“Owen, takeNo Onehome.” I don’t miss how he doesn’t use my first name. It stings.
“Oh no, you don’t have to—” I splutter, but he pushes me gently toward the other guy.
“It’s not safe out there for you, little killer bee.”
“I came here by myself, and I’ll go home by myself.”
The smug twinkle in his eyes is superior. “It’s either that, or I have you picked up. Connor’s very close tonight.”
I inhale deeply, fuming. “You really are an arrogant prick, did you know that? I don’t need a babysitter.”
Kai grabs me by my chin, then pulls me closer, until we’re chest to chest. “It’s not safe out there, so Owen takes you home. I can’t do it, because I need to be out there. With my family. Can’t have them suspicious now, can we?” He nods at his security guy. “Go.” And then he spins on his heel and leaves through the corridor. In his fucking bathrobe.
ChapterFourteen
KAI
Do I feel guilty for being such an asshole? Maybe. Did I think that this fluttering feeling would go away if I acted like an asshole? Yeah. Did I succeed? Nope. Instead, Phoenix is everywhere. Ever since I fucked him against the window of my room in the Butterfly, his scent lingers. It’s all around me, just like the memory of his trembling body in my hands, his soft lips against mine, and his gaze, those glorious eyes, colliding with mine.
It’s driving me insane. I have spent the last few days beating the crap out of the punching bag in our gym, have been thrown onto the mat by Samuel countless times, and I’m still waiting on news about All Saints. You see, I’m doing everything I can, even took my Porsche out to drive Interstate 90 like the maniac I am, but apart from the usual ecstasy speeding gives me, it didn’t calm my fucking nerves.
And so here I am. Again. For the last three, dreadful nights, I’ve been here, spending my afternoons hanging out with the boys, only to drive out south to his run-down apartment building after that, and fucking hating myself for it.
He smells likevanilla.And I want to lap it all up, savor the taste of his skin as I pound into him. Hard.
“Fuckkk.” Readjusting my jeans, I swipe a hand over my face and let out an annoyed huff. He’s nothing more than a lying traitor, and I shouldn’t forget that. A traitor who came all the way to the Butterfly because he wanted me. A traitor who gave me his first kiss, and his virginity.
I check the time, knowing his hours by heart now. 11:15pm. He should be home soon from his dumb ass cleaning job. The guy is what, twenty-two? He’s only a few years younger than I am, but his demeanor, his lack of social skills, and those large eyes make him look so much younger. More fragile. Like a baby mouse.
There,that. Why the fuck am I even thinking about this? It makes me furious, and helpless, because I care, alright? I care that he gets his ass back in that cramped apartment, just so that I know that he’ll be off the filthy streets and out of All Saints’ clutches.
God, his cock felt so good in my mouth.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, liberating me from my taunting thoughts, but one look at the ID caller makes me groan. Dad. We talked earlier, since we’re finalizing his proposition for my future in the Void. The conditions are great, it’s all I’ve ever dreamed of. I’ll get to have the penthouse in the spacious apartment block that is owned by my family, with its superior view of the Hudson. That condo’s amazing, light, with a large roof terrace and a hot tub. No more bunking with Vic, and Big for that matter. Plus as the official title of leader, the percentage on the deals I’ll be scooping up is way higher. Instead of debt collecting I’ll be working with Ro and Austin on our general plans for expansion. That’s exciting, and I believe I genuinely have something to add in that department.
So why don’t I pick up the fucking phone? I don’t know, man. But my stomach’s in knots and that infuriates me. Yes, you might call me an arrogant ass. Surprise, Iam. Yes, you might call me an annoying fucker. Surprise… yeah,that. But I know where my loyalties lie, and am willing to fight for my blood. Always have, always will. Have done plenty of times. But now… what the hell am I even doing here? I should be back home, keeping an eye on my family and their safety. Yet here I am checking on Phoenix. Andhissafety.
This neighborhood is a mess. A rotten, stinking mess. And he’s like this perfect, little killer bee, a shadow in the shadows.
He has no one.
