KANE
He looks furious. Fair. I would be too if the tables were turned and he was fucking my sister.
I untangle myself from the Klingon and meet Chris halfway. I have a few inches on him, which I bet he hates right now, and I use it to my full advantage as I smirk down at him.
“Holt—”
Gasps ripple around us when he shoves me back with a sneer. Here we go. Life would be so much easier if I could just punch this guy, but he’s Jessica’s brother, and she cares about him—an inconvenience I can’t brush aside. I hate playing nice. I even let him fist my shirt, because I’m fucking generous like that.
“Stay the hell away from my sister, Ravencourt.”
I tsk. “No can do, Holt.”
The sooner he realizes I’m not going anywhere, the better.
His frown deepens, gaze hardening. “What the fuck do you want with her, huh? You think I’m fucking stupid? You wanna play with her like that whore over there?” He jerks his head toward the girl I peeled off moments ago. “My sister isn’t a fucking toy for privileged assholes like you.”
Okay, that’s enough. I’m done playing nice.
I shove him back with enough force to make him stumble but not fall. I’m not interested in making things worse for myself. “You think I’ll let you come here and insult me, Holt? Don’t forget your fucking place.”
Behind him, Jackson charges, murder blazing in his eyes. “Motherfucker,” he growls. “Let me at him.”
Malice catches him by the arm, which is a damn shame if you ask me because I’d gladly take him on after seeing the photos of him and Jessica together at the bonfire by the cliffs the other night. He’s a little too invested in my girl.
I’m glaring daggers at him when Chris gets in my face.
“I’m not playing, Ravencourt. I don’t want you anywhere near my family.”
“I’m not playing either.”
I should win a prize for how calm and collected I sound when I’m anything but.
Chris sneers and squares up. “How about a race to settle this?”
I scoff. He’s joking, right?
Please tell me he’s joking.
“What have you got to lose besides your pride?” he asks.
Apparently, he’s not joking.
I start to walk away because this is ridiculous. Has he already forgotten how he ate my dust the last time we raced?
“Let’s settle this like men,” he calls after me.
I turn slowly.
Chris holds eye contact as he saunters closer. “If I win, you stay the hell away from my sister. You never see her again.”
“And if I win?”
A confident smirk crawls across his lips. “You won’t.”
He sounds so certain.
The crowd hangs on every breath as we size each other up. He lost to me the other week, and no matter how I look at it, Ican’t figure him out. It takes guts to challenge me again after last time. The decent thing would be to say no and walk away. Spare his ego another humiliation.
