Malice catches up with Chris, but Jackson stays behind, glaring daggers at me. Beside him, a blond guy I haven’t seen before tries to talk some sense into him.
Good luck with that, buddy.I don’t know what the fuck his problem is, but he looks like he wants my head on a stick.
“You’re a prick,” my sister says as I hold Jackson’s gaze. “That was the wrong way to go about it if you’re trying to score brownie points with her brother.”
Aurora—Maverick’s little sister—ushers her away. The blond guy beside Jackson watches her intently as they climb into the back of Maverick’s gunmetal McLaren P1.
When Jackson finally leaves, Blondie in tow, Cash comes up to me. “I’m inclined to agree with Lily.”
I let out a sound that isn’t quite a laugh.
“All I’m saying is that it wasn’t a good move.”
We agree there.
“He’ll hate you even more now that you’ve crucified his ego and antagonized him.”
“What was I supposed to do? Let him disrespect me?”
Cash follows me to my car. “Not offering to buy her would have been a good start.”
I open the driver’s door. “Look, he pissed me off. Was it a smart move? No, it wasn’t. Do I care? Also no.”
Noah calls out for Cash, who glances over his shoulder before turning his concerned eyes back to me.
I don’t know why he cares so much when he’s on a mission to fuck up his own life.
“He’s just protective of her, is all.”
I blow out a sharp, irritated breath. “I’m leaving. I’ve got a prize to collect.”
I duck into the car and settle in. Chris is going to be a problem. To him, I’m just another asshole lining up to hurt his sister, another mistake he’ll have to clean up after. And he’s not entirely wrong.
SIXTEEN
KANE
Heading home to take a quick shower, I check my phone for a response from Jessica.
Zilch. Nada.
I call her, but it goes straight to voicemail. Her phone is still off, which means I’ll have to hunt my little rabbit later. Not the worst idea I’ve had, to be honest.
I pull into the driveway and try her phone one more time to see if she’s come to her senses, but no such luck. How stubborn can one girl be? I know she likes me or she wouldn’t be coming on my dick and begging for more.
I enter the house. The lights are on, but that’s nothing unusual. They’re on a timer and always on at this time of the night.
I’m trying Jessica’s phone again on my way to the staircase when my father barks my name.
“A word in my office,” he says, then walks back the way he came.
“Hello to you too,” I grumble, pocketing my phone.
What does he want now? What could be so urgent?
He’s waiting for me in his office, standing by one of the display units, his hands in his pockets.
I shut the door and wait for him to speak. He likes to psych people out, leaving them sweating and questioning their innocence. Naturally, silence is his favorite weapon. I’ve been around long enough to learn his tricks.
