Hearing that brings a smile to my face. “Let the mind fucking begin.”
“I need to take the edge off tonight.” I hear the bloodlust in his tone and much like Cas, I need the release as well.
“Find one tonight. Text me the details.” The sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floor draws both our attention toward the hallway. All the anger and irritation I felt a moment ago vanishes when she steps into view. Her hair is straight and loose down her back. Her blue eyes are enhanced by the makeup she wears. She’s wearing a red swimsuit that leaves little to the imagination. The slit down the front stops just below her belly button ring, showcasing her plump tits and flat stomach. There are cuts on the sides of the outfit, showcasing more of her skin. She wears denim cutoffs with the button popped and the zipper down, the wedged high heels she wears strapped around her calves only serving to enhance her look.
It pisses me off that the necklace she normally wears isn’t around her neck. I want to see what the fucking thing is and why she is forever grasping it.
“I think my text is going to go unanswered tonight,” Cas mutters beside me. I shoot the bastard a glare as I climb to my feet and blank my face of all emotion when I look at her. Her blue eyes are filled with unease. Good.
I’m about to shatter her before we even leave. “Looks like the team is going to have fun taking turns on you,” I spit as I stalkpast her. There is a look of hurt flashing in her as I head out the door, to my car. The bitch can hitch a ride with Cas on his bike. I hate going to these things, but as the captain of my team I have no choice but to make an appearance. I always make sure to show my face at any party Somerset is throwing at the beach. Well, I used to but now, I fucking hate going to that place.
I spend the entire drive lost in my head, reliving memories of the times Neave, Miles and I would come down here to stir some shit and get in the Somerset fuckers’ heads. Unlike me, my two best friends were good. They were the type of guys a girl would be proud to bring home to meet their family. They wouldn’t be happy about my plan and hate that I’m doing it in their name, but this isn’t just about them—it’s abouther. Aside from those two, she was my reason, my rock, my fucking person. Whenever the world was against me, she would be against the world trying to protect me, because she was all that was good in my life.
The sound of my phone ringing through the Bluetooth system pulls me from my thoughts. I already know who it will be without having to check the caller ID. I hit answer on the steering wheel.
“Yeah?” I bite out.
“Watch that tone, boy,” he warns.
“What do you need?”
“That little cunt’s father wants a meet.” I pull into the parking lot and kill the engine before I answer him.
“Why?” The hatred is tangible in that one word.
“No idea.”
I scoff. “I don’t believe for a second that the almighty Lorenzo Devlin wouldn’t have his spies keeping tabs on Kellar Sr.”
“You’re pushing me, boy. Do I need Hammer and Tike to show you some manners?”
I growl, the sound savage and unhinged. “Send your men, Pops. Just don’t come crying to me when I send those dicklessbitches back to you in pieces. You want a meeting with that spineless bastard, then go for it, but I won’t be there?—”
“You will be where the fuck I tell you to be. Tomorrow night, be here and don’t be fucking late, Xaden.”
“I have nothing to say to that worthless bastard!” I roar.
“Maybe not to him, but word is he’s brought his son into the fold and I’m sure you have a lot to say to him, don’t you?”
Hearing that the senator has brought his son into his world is a surprise. “Send me the details,” is all I say before I end the call. Masen Kellar has just put himself in the center of the playing board. Before he had the ignorance of not knowing the whole truth about me but now, the gloves are off and I can finally play dirty.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TOREN
Standing here next to Cas at the entrance of the beach feels like déjà vu. Many nights he and I would come here to hang out with the others but now, the feeling isn’t the same. The air is charged with tension and I hate it.
“Cas?” He looks down at me and tries to hide the anger in his eyes, but fails. He forgets I know him so well that he can’t hide shit from me.
“Yeah, Terror?”
“The night I got back to Somerset, someone was waiting for me in my room.” His brows draw together in confusion but I see through it. “It was Xaden, wasn’t it?”
“What makes you think I would know that?”
I sigh. “The fact you didn’t ask if I was okay or what happened tells me everything I need to know.” His features pull taut. “I won’t say anything. Xaden had every right to break into my room that night and threaten me. I would have done the same thing.”
“Look, that night—” I hold up my hand, silencing him before he can lie right to my face.
