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“Nothing.” She shakes her head, stepping backward. Her long hair is more of a washed-out teal now instead of a hard blue, and somehow, it works for her even more.
Her cheeks flush, and I’m reminded of her age. Caught up in the drama, the labels that we all hold, I forget how young she truly is. Too young to be standing toe-to-toe with a notorious killer.
“I know when you’re lying,” I say the words slowly to be sure that she catches them. She does, in a grip so fucking tight it almost replicates the way she feels around my cock.
Her shoulders widen back and her chin juts upward. It looks hella cute on her, since I think she’s about as scary as a blunt knife held to my throat in the middle of broad daylight. “Do you, though?” Her eyes narrow as I take the final step into her space and her back slams against the concrete wall. Her throat constricts when she swallows, but it’s not in fear. As scary as I may be to most people—all people who are smart enough—I’m not to her. It has both enraged and turned me on over the years. Her next words are a soft whisper. “You’re the liar, Keaton.”
“I never lied to you, Cartier…” I test her patience, bringing my finger to the side of her face and tracing the curve of her high set cheekbones.
She winces and my eyes fly to hers, my finger pausing as if I’ve physically hurt her. And maybe I have. I never really thought about it until now. I know she loves me, but does she still now that everything has gone? After what she has learned, and what she’s most likely about to learn when it comes to Dominic Stranger and whatever secrets he’s holding on to?
She turns her face away from my touch and I’m the one wincing. “I can’t do this with you.”
“No questions, though?” I ask, rage slowly building inside of me. I expected more of a fight from her. Anything more than what she’s giving me, yet I saw more of a fight from her when it came to getting Eli back. “No, ‘why did you do it, Keaton?’” I run my eyes over her face like I’m never going to see it again. “What about ‘why did you come and visit me after you killed people?’”
She snaps, her head turning to face me and her finger stabbing my chest. “No. Because it doesn’t fucking matter now, does it, Keaton?”
“And why not, Cartier?” If she won’t spit fire at me and turn me to ash with her words, I’ll force her to her knees and feed her gasoline. “Tell me fucking why!”
“Agh, you are so fucking frustrating, Keaton! You use a girl to work me up after everything that we’ve ever been through—”
“—everything false that we’ve been through…”
Her mouth snaps closed, and for a second, I almost think I’ve slapped her hard enough for her to rip into me, but her eyes widen and her lashes fan out over her cheeks as she blinks past whatever she was about to say.
“Yeah.” She turns her back to me, moving across the room to the bar cart and removing the glass plug from a bottle. “Yeah, you’re right, Keaton.” She turns back around to face me, a glass now pressed against her lips. “Are you done?” She takes a small sip, and I watch as her eyes close briefly. Her nostrils flare, and the grip she has around the glass tightens.
My lip curls up in a smirk because I know she sure as fuck isn’t.
“Not everything was false, Keaton.” Her eyes are wild and on mine.
“Wasn’t it?” I taunt, unable to hide my snide smile. Her arm rears back and the glass that was in her hand goes flying across the room.
I duck just in time, laughing. “Need to work on your aim, baby. Maybe after we’ve figured out which feelings you had for me were real and weren’t.”
“Fuck you, Keaton!” she screams, pointing her finger at me. I’ve got her. “You and I both know what wasn’t because I know everything now!”
“Hmmm.” I take a step forward, and before she can back away from me again, I catch her hand with mine and force her into my chest. My arm is tight around her back, holding her in place. “Kiss me.”
“Fuck you!” she hisses, sneering up at me.
I run the tip of my nose down the middle of her forehead before resting mine on hers. “You can. After you kiss me.”
The tightness in her body lessens slightly. “You lied to me.”
With my other hand, I curl my finger beneath her chin to force her face up to mine. Pressing my lips over hers, I whisper, “Not about us.”
“I’m not kissing you.” Her lips move over mine as she speaks.
I run my tongue over the edge of her bottom lip. “Then I’m taking what’s mine.” I kiss her and her body melts into mine, but she doesn’t respond. When I bring my hand up to her cheeks, squeezing to spread her lips, she finally parts slightly and I slip my tongue into her mouth.
There’s a bang on the door. “What!” I growl.
“We’re heading out, bruh. Hurry the fuck up!” Killian’s annoying voice kills my night once again, and I tear myself away from her lips with a hand around her throat. “You’re to stay the fuck here while we sort this out.”
Her head is shaking before I finish the sentence. “No, I’m coming.”
“No, the fuck you ain’t. You are staying your ass here, and I fucking mean it, Cartier.” Backing up while keeping my focus on her, my hand comes to the door handle and I swing the door open to my brothers. I grab Jordan’s sleeve. “She is not to leave this house, do you understand?”
