Nate didn’t like the way the other guy was looking at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Come on, we both know you’ve got other types of work to help keep the heat on at night.”
What the fuck?
“Like racing?” It was the only thing Nate could think of. “I don’t make that much, actually. If you recall, I’m only Mid tier.There’s not that much coin in those types of races. I don’t do it for the money.”
“I wasn’t talking about that,” Kazimir said. “But now I’m curious, if not for the money, why do you do it?”
“Because it’s fun.” He set his hands on his hips. “Can we please get to the reason you’re here?”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
Nate glanced at the bike, noticing the smears of dirt over the body and the way one of the wheels looked like it’d been stabbed with something sharp and pointy. “This isn’t your bike, is it.”
It wasn’t a question, but Kaz answered anyway. “It is now. I bought it, fair and square.”
“Right.” Because that made sense. Not.
“Kind of like how I’m about to buy you.”
“Ri—” His brain took longer than it should have to catch up, and he stopped himself just in time. “Hold up, what?”
“You don’t really think I came all this way to get a piece of junk looked at, do you?” Kazimir took a step closer, closing the distance between the two of them and making Nate realize just how near the Devil had been all this time. “At an unknown shop like this? Please. If one of my vehicles really did have a problem, I’ve got a personal mechanic back home who would take a look at it within seconds of my call.”
Instincts told him to retreat, which was why Nate stubbornly held his ground even when Kazimir took another step closer. He could feel the warm gusts from the man’s breath fanning his cheeks, the sensation only adding to his confusion. Flashbacks of that night in the bar threatened to return, but he refused to give in to them.
“Madden tells me you’re a good guy, Pretty Boy,” Kazimir said silkily. “Aniceguy. That true?”
“What the hell?” He snapped out of his momentary confusion and shoved Kaz away, hard enough to make him stumble.
Kazimir’s eyes narrowed, but he kept his distance and didn’t try to corner Nate again. “Not so nice after all, huh. That’s okay.” His expression changed again, morphing back to that almost maniacal grin that had Nate’s hackles rising. “I prefer that.”
“I’m not drunk this time,” he regrated being the first one to bring it up almost instantly, but kept going. “Whatever you think you’re going to get here, think again.”
“Confident what I want is another go inside of you, aren’t you?”
“If you didn’t come to get that bike fixed, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Nate said, trying not to give away just how unnerved he was by all of this.
He’d handled assholes before, hell, that was practically his life’s story, and if anyone had asked prior to now, he would have even claimed he was an expert at it. But…Devils were on a whole different level than the dicks he was used to putting up with, even the rich ones like Mit Parker. Nate had already learned that the hard way, and he had no interest in going through that lesson a second time.
Being involved with someone like Kazimir was dangerous, not just to him, but to his siblings and their reputation. He needed to make himself clear, here and now, so that Kaz left and never bothered him again.
“Going to tell your boss you chased me off?” Kaz lifted a mocking brow. “Something tells me she won’t like that, and according to you, you need this job so…Why risk it?”
“What do you want?” For the life of him, he couldn’t figure it out. “You said the other night we were square.”
“Admitting you owed me after all?”
“No.” Nate clenched his hands into tight fists but stood his ground. “I didn’t owe you then, but I absolutely don’t owe you shit now after what you did.”
“What did I do, Pretty Boy?” Kazimir took another step, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Tell me. Spell it out for me. I want to hear everything you remember. You do remember, don’t you?” He brought his mouth to Nate’s ear. “What it felt like to have me inside of you?”
“Enough.” Nate pushed him away. “You could be arrested for what you did to me.”
“Icould never,” he arrogantly corrected, brushing down the part of his shirt that Nate had just touched when he’d shoved him. “Laws aren’t meant for people like me.”
“You’re friends with Madden,” he pivoted in the hopes of finding a solution and quick. “Take this up with him.”
