CHAPTER TWENTY
KILLIAN
“Fuck. That escalated quickly,” I chuckle darkly.
I’ve seen her kill people with these damn crosses on video, but seeing it up close and personal is different. I’m certain I should be disgusted. My cock definitely shouldn’t be this hard from watching her end the life of my convenient fuck buddy. I stare at Knox as he pulls her off of Cinnamon’s dead body.
He clutches onto her like she’s the one somehow holding him together as he speaks in a panicked voice.
“Are you okay, Tesoro?”
I laugh as I roll my eyes.
“A hell of a lot more okay than Cinnamon is.”
Carter stands near them with balled-up fists, clearly fighting the urge to touch her. I have the same fight, but for very different reasons. My brother steps back from them and doesn’t take his eyes off his obsession, but speaks to me.
“This was your fault, Kill. You did this. And now we have a dead body with a fuckton of witnesses. How do you want to clean up the mess you made?”
I’m not worried about anybody here seeing what she did. Nobody that comes to our meet-ups would dare speak about anything they see. They know better. Nobody sees anything that goes on here. Knox is a street racer, as most people here are. Street racing is illegal in Kansas, along with many of the other things that take place on meet-up nights. Although, this is the first murder we’ve had on a race night.
Fucking Killer.
The way this woman has both my brothers by the balls has me on edge. Add to it that she’s so goddamn gorgeous, and I’m wound tighter than a fucking drum. I’ll never admit to the number of times I’ve imagined holding her down, and slamming inside her pussy while she screams. I will control myself. It’ll never happen outside of my fantasies, but the fact that I want to only makes me hate her more.
Knox cleans her hands and neck with a cloth. From the outside, it probably looks like a tender moment, but there’s no fucking way he wants blood in his pristine car. I watch Carter as he reluctantly tucks a strand of her fallen hair behind her ear, while she stands with her hands in her jean pockets. I imagine she’s doing as instructed, because of his issues.
She gets in the passenger seat, Carter steps aside, and Knox fastens her harness before kissing her on the forehead.
I should really keep my eyes off of her because seeing my brothers dote on her like she’s their fucking queen causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. The only thing that lessens the sting is that I know when Knox is ready to move on, it’s going to destroy her. And I can’t fucking wait.
Instead of walking away like I should, I keep my gaze on her as Knox gets into the driver's seat and leans into her, pressing his lips to hers.
“You’ve got it bad,” Snake, one of our dismantlers, chuckles beside me.
“Nah. You know me. I keep my eye on trouble. That’s what I’m doing. My brothers are the ones who have it bad. Not me.”
“Carter?” He asks, his voice sounding shocked.
“Yeah. Something, isn’t it? It’ll fizzle out. Knox will get tired of her, and Carter will too when the frustration becomes too much to manage.”
Glancing to my left, he shrugs his shoulders.
“I don’t know man. Knox appears to already be gone with this girl. I’ve never seen him like that with anyone.”
“Shut the fuck up, Snake. I know my brother better than you do.”
He’s not wrong, and it fucking infuriates me. Knox is not the guy to have his hands all over a woman constantly. When he’s fucking them, yes. But this PDA shit is definitely next level. And I don’t like it.
I like it even less, when she throws her head back in laughter as Knox starts the engine. He turns and stares at her, like she hung the goddamn moon. Beside them, a guy named Butcher revs his Camaro, ready to start the race. Mary and Deb stand in front of the vehicles, both of them dressed in mini skirts and tiny crop tops. They’re a couple of bimbos, but they flag the races for us and are usually available if Knox or I need a fuck buddy for the night. They raise the flags and countdown from three before dropping their arms, and the cars speed off.
Once they’re out of sight, the tension should ease up, but it doesn’t. Why the fuck am I worried about her safety? And an even better question is why didn’t Carter put a stop to this?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
THE HEATHEN
Knox practically flies down the vacant street with people cheering on either side. The speed is exhilarating, although terrifying when he takes sharp turns.
