“Not sure that’s a wise decision,” Kashton says from the living room.
I keep my back to him. “Pretty sure I didn’t ask your opinion.”
As I pour the alcohol into the glass, it’s ripped from the counter, making the liquor cover the white marble. “What the fuck?” I spin around to give Kashton a piece of my mind but laugh when I see a set of green eyes holding the frosted glass. “Is there anyone you didn’t call?” I look around Adam to where Kashton sits on the couch.
He’s leaning forward, elbows on his dark-wash jeans. He’s in a white hoodie, with that fucking baseball hat on backward. His eyes are on mine, but they give nothing away. It’s that same look he gave me when I kneeled at his feet, begging him to fuck my face.
I glance away and let out a deep breath.
“What the fuck happened?” Adam growls and pours the glass into the sink. “Did he rape you?” He looks over my disheveled hair, bruised face, and blood-covered jeans. My shirt is lying on my bedroom floor because Kashton ripped it off me. They don’t seem to care that I’m in my bra.
“No.” I run a hand through my hair, trying to tame it the best I can. I’ve seen myself in the mirror. I look like shit.
“Are you sure?” Kashton asks.
I slam my eyes on him. “Of course I’m sure.”
“You passed out in my arms. It’s not a stretch to think that you passed out during the job as well.” Kashton sits back into my couch, his legs openingwide while his tatted hands rest on his thighs. His tan skin and black ink up against the white hoodie make him look mouthwateringly good.
Fuck, I’ve got to get myself a chastity belt. I’m never having sex again. Something so innocent shouldn’t turn me on.
“Did Gavin examine you?” Adam digs.
“No,” I growl, knowing what he’s asking. The last thing I was going to do was get undressed and spread my legs. I’ve had to do that before for Gavin, but it was warranted. I know there was no reason to tonight. “There was no need. I didn’t let it get that far. My clothes never came off.”
Adam nods, as if that’s enough information to satisfy him, but one look at Kashton tells me he’s skeptical. He probably just doesn’t like the idea of sharing his toy.
“I’m giving you a week off,” Adam states, turning away.
“Actually,” I say, and he stops, turning back to face me, “I want you to relocate me.”
“Absolutely not.” Kashton jumps to his feet.
I narrow my eyes on him. “This is not your decision to make.” I put my attention back on Adam. “I want to move. Send me somewhere else.” When he just stares at me, I frown. “This is what you told me to do. You told me to run.”
“Are you running?” He arches a brow.
I look away.
“If so, who are you running from?” Adam goes on at my silence.
I can’t say his brother because then he’ll ask what we did that I need to run from. “I?—”
Adam’s phone ringing interrupts me. He pulls it out of his pocket and answers. “Hello…yeah…I’ll be right there.” He hangs up. “I have to go. We’ll finish this conversation later.” He starts walking toward the front door. “Get some rest. And quit fucking drinking. You’re going to give yourself liver damage and kill yourself.”
Kashton follows him out the door and I turn, picking up the bottle.
Fuck them both.
TWENTY-SIX
KASHTON
“What was that about?” I bark at Adam once her door closes behind me.
“I have to go. Three bodies were found dumped by Barrington. All match the same MO?—”
“I’m talking about Eve moving,” I interrupt him. “You’re going to tell her no. That you can’t do it.”
