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Kyrin is dark in a different way. There’s rhyme to his reason. He’s smart. Too smart.
Keaton I feel would just straight up kill people for the fun of it.
“I can’t stop you from feeling the way that you feel, but just so you know, Perse and Kenan are my best friends and I’d rather die than see them be hurt.”
“Wish I could say I believed you.”
“Wish I could say I cared.” I rolled my eyes and slid out of my chair.
He chuckles to himself, going back to flicking the blade between his fingers. I’ve noticed he always has that blade. I’m not sure I want to know what it’s really for.
“Little Dragon! Come talk to me. You’re fucking my cousin, which makes us family,” Kaizer calls out from the front.
I drop down on the passenger seat, watching the passing trees and farmland. “Well if that’s the case, you have a very big family.”
Kaizer laughs, rubbing his hand over his chin. “True, true, though it’s in our DNA to be big fat sluts. I’m truly sorry you’re bedding one.”
I snort, shaking my head. “You look similar.”
“Does that mean I get to fuck you too?” He winks at me.
“Fuck off, Kaiz!” Killian shuts one of the cupboards in the kitchen as he reaches for a bottle of alcohol. He ignores me, taking a seat opposite Keaton where I was seated not long before. Worry burns in my veins at what they might talk about. What if Kyrin tells him what he just told me? This is all too stressful. I need to be back in my RV and away from these brothers.
“You’re worried he’s going to tell Kill what he just said?” Kaizer asks quietly, so only him and I can hear.
I swallow, nodding my head. “Yeah, and I don’t know why I suddenly care so much.”
“Because you like him.” Kaizer shrugs. “I get it, you’re not the first one to fall for the Trickster with no heart.” He pauses, watching me carefully. “And that’s what he is, the Trickster with no heart, so make sure you don’t give him yours.”
I freeze. “What? No!” Shaking my head, I reach inside my brain to bring up something else. “That’s not…”
“Listen,” Kaizer mutters. “Guys like Killian, the ones who don’t have hearts, they don’t know what to do when they’re given someone else’s, so they break it. They hurt you bad. Whether they want to or not, they will.”
I groan. “I don’t like him like that, but I do feel protective over him, over what we have. Which, by the way.” I glare at Kaizer. “Is just a friendship thing right now.”
Kaizer throws his head back as a deep laugh erupts from him.
I whack him with the back of my hand. “Shut up!” Smirking, I go back to watching the road. “I can’t give too much of myself, because there’s not much left of me to give.” The words were a soft whisper when they left my lips.
Kaizer doesn’t answer for a few seconds before he finally does. “Be careful.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Killian leans against the frame behind me, his muscles tensing as he folds his arms in front of himself.
“I was warning her off you, obviously.” Kaizer ignores his cousin’s presence.
“Yo!” Keaton calls out from the table. “Who wants to play a game?”
I lean over to look at him. He’s shuffling cards between his fingers, a grin on his face.
“If you say Sixers, I’m going to pass.”
Killian comes back to me, licking his bottom lip. “Scared?”
“Never,” I reply instantly.
“Then let’s fucking play.”
I groan, standing and following him, as he walks back to the dining table. Kyrin is still there, flicking his knife between his fingers.
“Ky, put the fucking knife away.” Killian snatches it off him, flipping it shut and shoving it into his pocket.
“I don’t want to play.”
Kyrin grabs the bottle of whiskey and twists off the lid. “Liquid courage.”
“I’m not playing Sixers,” I answer, wrapping my lips around the rim, my focus remaining on Kyrin.
“Why?” he asks. His features morph into something of confusion as he quickly glares at Killian before coming back to me.
I shrug, unfazed. “I don’t want to. We can play something else.”
Hours later, we’re pulling into the bright lights of San Antonio and parking at our destination. I left The Brothers’ RV with my bag and the rest of my belongings but still wearing Killian’s hoodie. He tried to fight me and get me to stay, but honestly, I needed to put distance between us. Between Kyrin because he’s scary as fuck and Keaton who I sense can see every single thing that goes on in my head.
I shut the door to my RV and let out a loud breath, just as Kenan comes down the stairs. “You’re back and you smell of sex.”
Stomping up the stairs, I dump my bag on the kitchen bench and go straight for the fridge to eat my feelings. “I don’t want to talk about it. Where’s Callan?”
Kenan pauses on the bottom stair, slowly making his way to me. “She’s out.”
Tossing deli meats and butter onto the counter, I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Is she in another RV now?”
Kenan shakes his head. “Nope. She’s out out. As in for good.”
I pause just as there’s a loud knock on the door. It swings open and Perse is walking in holding a clipboard. “Sorry to interrupt!” Her long red hair is messy, as if she’s just woken up, her eyes tired. “I just—”
“—Perse, I didn’t expect you to kick Callan out of Mayhem altogether!”
Perse sighs, resting the clipboard in front of her, as she makes her way into the kitchen. “I know, Sass, but here’s the thing; I don’t like girls like her in general and I sure as fuck don’t want them as a part of our family. Because that’s what we are. Family. If one of us can’t trust the other, the family crumbles, so she had to go. She’s more than able to take care of herself now, and there are other things surrounding why she had to go.”
I know she’s talking about what Killian told me, how they don’t think they can trust her.
I take a few deep breaths. “Wow. Okay. Where’d she go?”
“That doesn’t matter. So, obviously we need four people, so I need you to officially meet our new fourth, and please for the love of God will you both get along. Only Delila and King know that I recruited this person, but it was the best I could do.”
I’ve finished stacking my sandwich. “Promise. Who is she?”
The door opens and Perse slowly turns, displaying who it is that walked in. “You mean, he.”
Kaizer stumbles in holding a suitcase. “Surprise,” he smirks, winking at me.
Bread gets stuck in my throat and I bang on my chest, willing it to come out. “Wait! What?”
Kaizer walks farther into the RV, shutting the door behind himself. “I’m your new fourth.”
Perse is smiling at me but it’s forced. As if she knows she’s going to be in trouble for this, but she’s going to act i
“And what does King think of this?”
Perse chuckles. “Trust me, it took some convincing, but he’s fine with it if—” Perse takes a deep breath. “If I partner with Kenan and you partner with Kaizer now.” Her smile widens.
“I hate you,” I deadpan. “And your possessive boyfriend.”
Perse laughs, nudging Kenan. “Aside from the dance routine you both do solo, she’ll be partnered with Kaizer now and I with you during our group routine.”
“I’m not that bad,” Kaizer mutters, moving farther into the bus.
I hold my breath. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“What?” Kaizer grins. “My cousin?” The tension in the air crackles at that exact moment he mentions Killian.
“Well.”
“He won’t care.” Kaizer rolls his eyes. “You forget what I told you?”