I licked his belly clean and grabbed a few soft tissues from the box on my grandmother’s side of the bed. After watching my cum drip from his perfectly wrecked hole, I gently mopped up the mess I’d made.
“You are quite the addiction,” I admitted, kissing him softly.
As I pulled back, his eyes widened, and I wondered if I’d said too much.
“Jesse, if this?—”
I stopped speaking when the cold muzzle of a gun pressed in behind my ear.
“Hey, cousin,” said an unfamiliar voice. “Where the fuck is my dad?”
12
JESSE
Kyler,the one who’d helped me by tagging Rafferty’s car, whose father I killed, stood at the side of the bed. He held the gun to Rafferty’s head with a shaking hand and cold hatred in his eyes.
I held up my hands, praying he wouldn’t pull the trigger.
“Jesse?” he asked, his voice trembling with anger. “Where. Is. My. Father?”
With a pit in my stomach, it occurred to me he was asking because he knew his father had come after me. Which meant he’d already chosen a side.
And it wasn’t mine.
Loyalty had once again kicked my ass.
“He’s in the Colorado River,” I answered truthfully. “He ran us off the road and sent both cars out of control. I was the only one who made it out.”
“You fucking traitor,” he said, ice and broken glass in his voice. “If your father had not ordered me to bringyou in alive, you and your cop boyfriend would be so fucking dead right now.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. We just got bored.”
Rafferty tensed, the gun still at his head. His expression flashed hurt, then neutralized.
Kyler pressed the muzzle harder into Rafferty’s skin. “Alright, cop. Get up. Slowly. If you try anything, Iwillkill you.”
Rafferty did as he was told and stood, his eyes never leaving mine. Kyler, brain trust that he was, hadn’t anticipated Rafferty’s height and had to step back to adjust for the difference.
Dread pooled in my belly. Not for Rafferty.
My cousin, whom I’d once loved more than life itself, was dead.
He just didn’t know it yet.
“Hands behind your back,” Kyler ordered, pulling out the same flexi-cuffs I’d used on so many of the guys I’d taken out.
Rafferty sent me a warning look, then slowly moved his hands into place, just as directed. Even though I knew what was coming, the movement was so impossibly fast that I barely registered a blur before the gun went off.
Kyler fell to the ground in a lump.
Rafferty, still naked, spun in place and knelt beside Kyler. Then lost his balance and fell on his ass.
“Fuck, he looks just like you.”
It was true. Save for our hair—his was darker and close-cropped—we’d been told we looked practicallylike twins our entire lives. Kyler was the last person I had left in the world.
And I wondered if anyone in my family had ever truly had my back.
