“That’s enough, Tesoro. You are enough.”
His words cause a lump in my throat to form. My heart rate picks up from those three words, that probably shouldn’t mean as much to me as they do.
You are enough.
They are just words.
It shouldn’t mean anything, but somehow…It means everything.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
KILLIAN
My fingers grip the steering wheel as I drive Knox’s Hellcat to the warehouse where we have our fights. As much as I try to ignore them, my eyes keep flitting to the rearview mirror, to see Heather in the back seat, sandwiched between my brothers. Carter’s hand is on her thigh, and Knox is on the other side, his fingers interlocked with hers. This girl is fucking with my head. I don’t want her with us. I need her gone, and yet, I want to fuck her with a desperation that has my mind spinning out of control. I’m normally not a jealous man, but the fact that both of my brothers,even Carter,have been inside her, and I haven’t, is slowly driving me insane. Worse than that, the sounds she made when she came for them are burned inside my brain. It’s on a never ending loop, and I can barely think straight when she’s anywhere near me.
I knew it’d be easy for Carter to fall for her, not only because of his OCD, but she’s his first. The fact that he was able to fuck her cemented it. He’ll never let her go now. Knox’s reaction to her is surprising the fuck out of me though. He never lets anyone drive his car. Ever. Yet, he told me to drive, so he could sit in the back with his goddamn ’Tesoro’. Are both of my brothersthisgoneover this fucking killer? It only furthers my belief that her pussy really must have some magical powers. If only I couldwillmyself to not want her, but I’m only more desperate to pound into her while she cries for me. I’m not like either of my brothers. Her feelings don’t mean a thing to me. I won’t take my time with her.
Oh no.
Instead, I’ll fuck her so hard she’ll be sure I’m going to rip her apart.
A whimper from the backseat interrupts my thoughts, as I glance in the rearview mirror and see her kissing Carter, and then Knox.
Fuck. I groan inwardly as my cock throbs.
“Do you fucking mind?” I growl at all three of them.
Knox breaks his kiss with her and laughs.
“Sorry, man.”
He’s a fucking liar. They both enjoy my discomfort with this girl. I’ve warned them about the trouble that lies ahead, but they’ve ignored me. They’ll figure it out once it’s too late.
I speed up and change lanes, eager to get to the fight. I started an underground ring about five years ago to let off steam, and when shit gets too intense in life, it’s my outlet. I’ve been undefeated for the last three years. Tonight, I’ll go up against Gabe, who I cannot fucking stand. He is a cocky son of a bitch that thinks he’s God's gift to the cage. I’m looking forward to knocking him down a few pegs. As much as I hate the mother fucker, he’s a skilled fighter. He thinks quickly and takes advantage of his opponent’s weaknesses. For him it’s not just about the physical fight. If he can get inside your head, he will exploit any vulnerability he can find.
I pull up to the back of the warehouse and park.
“Don’t forget you’re meeting Tony for a pickup,” I say to both of my brothers.
Knox rolls his eyes at me as we get out of his car.
“Have we ever forgotten to pick up cash before, Kill?”
I look directly at the fucking killer and say, “No, but you’ve also never been this fucking distracted, and as we know, distractions are dangerous.”
Carter cups the back of her neck and groans.
“Focus on your fight. As always, we’ve got this handled.”
I don’t bother responding. Turning to walk into the door, I stop when I hear Heather speaking, and it causes a tingle to run down my spine. I hate the effect she has on me.
“Please be careful, Killian. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”
That comment had to be sarcastic, but when I look at her, the expression on her face shows nothing but sincerity. I’m starting to wonder if this woman gets her rocks off by fucking with me.
I walk into the back of the warehouse, where the large cage is set up for our fight. We have few rules in our fights. One—no weapons. Two—we don’t stop fighting until someone is either unconscious, or surrenders. We don’t necessarily fight to the death, but it has happened on occasion.
We’re in the middle of nowhere, but people drive from all over Kansas and Iowa to be here, so it’s not a surprise to see over one hundred people in attendance. As I pull my shirt off and prepare to get in the cage, I notice Gabe standing just outside of it, with a blonde bimbo on each of his arms. Gabe is a mid-level drug dealer, and I don’t get the attraction these women have to them. He’s an ugly motherfucker, with a deep scar that runs down the left side of his face. The story is he got it from a woman during a domestic issue. I’m sure he deserved it. Carter says he keeps them high, and that’s why they hang around. I get into the cage as I spot my brothers, and Heather, taking a seat in the front row of black metal chairs.
