“Of course, she wants this. That piece of shit killed her mom! Tell him, Kenzie.”
Kenzie’s face paled and her eyes widened.
Bogs sighed resting his hands on his hips and lowered his head. “Please just come talk to me. Alone.”
Taylor snorted. “Oh, so she’s good enough to bang but not good enough to help. God, and I thought Trent was a bastard but you are truly a piece of shit.”
His entire body went stiff, the rage for this bitch completely burning through his blood. His anger was on the verge of exploding. She didn’t know anything about him and Kenzie. Bogs moved forward but Stone circled his arm over his chest. Bogs clenched his fists and took a deep breath. He needed to calm himself. Declan stepped beside Trent, looking like he wanted to knock Taylor out but made no move to actually do it. Someone needed to shut this bitch up. T, on the other hand, was suddenly in her face.
“Don’t you preach that shit to us. You care so fucking much about her, where the fuck were you when she was running for her fucking life outta the club that you brought her to? You tangled her up in your shit and then fucking bailed on her.”
Taylor’s face reddened and the rage in her eyes made Bogs think she might start swinging. Her arm raised quickly but Trent gripped it and pulled her back, setting Taylor behind his back. He wasn’t sure if it was to protect Taylor from T or the other way around.
This scene was completely out of control.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kenzie watched in horror. It was chaos in Trent’s room. She stood frozen scanning the room for some way to help. Her gaze landed on Bogs, staring daggers at her best friend. He looked beyond angry, a side she’d never seen before. His cheekbones were sharp, his lips in a straight line. Even his body was rigid and tightly bound by Stone’s arm.
She glanced up to see Stone’s green eyes locked on her. She was the center of this fight and she stood there like a mute watching it play out in front of her. She was shocked by T’s accusation.
“I never bailed! I was trying to get her out of there. Fuck you, asshole, you don’t know me or her so shut the hell up.”
“I know that since you been on the run with twelve grand in your back pocket, she’s been hiding out hoping that Dante doesn’t find her. And I fucking know that while you been trying to save your own ass, that one…” he pointed to Kenzie, “has been covering for you, putting your safety before her own. Yeah, some fucking friend you are.”
The outburst gave to a strange thick tension in the room. Taylor was left with her mouth open but she didn’t say a word. She turned to Kenzie and tears welled in her eyes.Seeing her like that was exactly what she needed to knock her out of her daze.
Kenzie pushed past T and cupped Taylor’s face. “It’s okay, I was fine.” Her bottom lip trembled and she stepped into Taylor who wrapped her arms around her. “He doesn’t know anything, Tay, you are a good friend, the best. He’s wrong.”
Taylor clutched her in a sharp grip, squeezing her. “I’m so sorry.” Her words were muffled and low but Kenzie heard her.
Her eyes met Trent’s and she mouthed. “Please. Just go.”
Reluctantly, he nodded. She could hear the whispers from behind her back and the footsteps retreating. A low feminine murmur, “Bogs, give them a minute.”
The door creaked and finally locked into place. She pulled back but Taylor held on, squeezing her closer.
“I fucked up, Ken.” Taylor’s body shook against Kenzie. “I’m so sorry.”
“We both fucked up, but it’s over, okay. This changes nothing.”
They stayed embraced for a while before she was able to pry herself out of Taylor’s hold. T was wrong. To anyone outside looking in, their friendship may have looked one sided but it wasn’t. When Kenzie needed her, Taylor was there when it counted.
They sat on the bed, thigh to thigh. She put her arm over her shoulder and rubbed her back. Taylor wasn’t a crier, she was a tough, take no shit badass but sometimes even the hardest of people broke down. This was Taylor’s time.
She sniffed. “I can’t believe he won’t help you.”
Kenzie drew in a breath, lightly rubbing Taylor’s back. She didn’t respond. Her mind was going in a million different directions. He got so angry when Taylor accused him of just using her for sex. The statement alone had her cringing. Was that all there was with them? If he cared about her like he said he did, why was he so quick to shut her down?
“You’d do it right, if he said yes? I mean, it’s your mom.”
Kenzie stared back at Taylor with her heart strumming slowly then picking up the pace. Could she? From the way Taylor posed the question, it was a no brainer, right? So, why couldn’t she answer yes? If she loved her mom, she would take the opportunity. She could feel the blood drain from her face and the twisting of her stomach.
“Hey, you alright, you look like you’re gonna get sick.”
Kenzie drew in a breath blocking the doubt from her mind.Change the subject.She shook her head and forced a laugh.
“This was not at all how I thought this would go.” Kenzie snorted. “I thought we’d be eating pizza and drinking wine while we bullshitted about hot bounty hunters.”
