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He turned, raising a brow at Jack. “That physically hurt you to say, didn’t it?”
Jack’s lips pressed into a thin line as he glared at Zero.
“I’m only staying a few days.”
That raised brow turned into a frown. “That’s not what I—”
“Which room?” Jack snapped.
He shook his head and pointed at the nearest door. Thank fuck his own bedroom was at the other end of the apartment.
Jack disappeared through the door, slamming it behind him and Zero found himself rolling his eyes. He cursed under his breath, then took off toward his room.
Jack
He leaned back against the door, and it wasn’t until he heard a soft curse followed by retreating footsteps that he let out his breath.
Fuck.
He knew Zero had caught his reaction to Walker’s question about his unborn niece or nephew. He fucking hated that Zero knew. That Zero could hold that shit over his head if he wanted to.
He didn’t know him. The only thing he did know about the man was that he was an asshole with a hero complex. The last fucking thing he needed.
He didn’t need saving. He’d never needed anyone but his twin.
Being without him for over a year had created a wound in his heart. One he wasn’t sure how to mend. Knowing that he’d been replaced by a baby that hadn’t even been born yet had only made that wound deeper.
He’d thought if there was one person who would always have his back, one person who would never let him go, it would be Sully. He’d been wrong.
In the beginning, when he’d first cut contact, he’d thought for sure one of the Kings would find it weird enough to investigate. He’d thought they would know that he’d never do that unless he had to. He’d held out hope for so long until there was nothing left of it.
All he’d done was survive.
Day in and day out.
Chapter Four
Zero
IT WAS almost noon by the time he dared go near Jack’s room. He’d let the guy sleep for as long as possible but there was less than an hour until Jack had to be at the club.
He knocked on Jack’s door and waited for him to open it. He didn’t expect the man to only be wearing sweats, his hair tousled, and all those magnificent tattoos of his on display.
His chest and arms were covered in them and some of the tats had color mixed in. He’d seen a lot of tattoos in his life, and he knew that he was looking at a masterpiece. He could tell most of them had been done by Stiletto and a few by Juno.
Stiletto had done his own two. He’d wanted something that symbolized his fresh start, so he’d gotten a butterfly on his left wrist and when he’d been patched-in with the Kings, he’d gotten the colors tattooed on his back.
He had to clear his throat and tear his eyes away from that drool-worthy chest before he could even remember why he was there.
“King asked me to give this to you,” he said and handed Jack the cut.
Jack took it, his gaze slowly moving from Zero to the cut.
“Just had to be yours, didn’t it?”
The anger flashing in Jack’s eyes had him swallowing hard.
“I’m the last one who used it,” he said, not blaming Jack for looking at him like he was an idiot. It was pretty fucking obvious that he was the last one who’d used it. There hadn’t exactly been another prospect since him.
