“Shit.” I muttered under my breath. From a brief skim, I could tell they’d need help. I’d have to go straight over to them before heading home.
Throwing open my texts, I opened Leo’s thread and typed out a simple request:
Free our girl when you get home plz
Hopefully she wasn’t too bored in the big room all alone. If I was her, I’d be bouncing off the walls — probably trying to find a way to escape while I waited.
The thought of that brought a dark chuckle to my lips. She wouldn’t like what happened if she tried to escape.
But I would, and so would Leo. Hell, maybe even Dom would have some fun with her then.
Before I could get back to work, my phone buzzed with Leo’s reply.
Got it.I’ll give our straight girl something to eat too ;)
Rolling my eyes,I shoved my phone back into my pocket. We were both too tempted by the challenge of Kiera. But I had no idea how long she’d be in our place, and I wasn’t about to push my luck.
Just getting to watch her move was enough. At least for now.
Besides, there was work to do.
19
LEO
Pebbles sprayed behind me,nicking the back of the bike as I tore down the driveway. I’d never taken it this quickly — the stinging gravel was a good reminder of why — but it was a small price to pay for some alone time with our pretty little Princess.
I’d cut out of the shop the second I saw Spencer’s text. Dom was still out doing god knows what, which meant I’d have the house — and Kiera — all to myself. It was a rare opportunity, and I wasn’t about to waste it away tooling around with old hunks of metal at the autobody.
I whipped the bike to a stop by the front door, stumbling in my haste to get off the damn thing.
Deep breath. Don’t want her to smell the desperation on us.
Probably what turned her off of Spencer — she wanted it too badly. But patience — breathing room — was key here. Especially if the girl still thought she was straight.
A prize like Kiera had to be earned, and I would put in as much work as it took for a taste of sweet victory.
My fingers were still blackened from grease as I hung my helmet from the handlebars. Making the trip from bike to doorin two bounds, I fished a clean rag from my back pocket to shield the doorknob from my grime.
It was still weird to see my hands like that — the darkness painted into the tiny folds of my knuckles. My work as a surgeon had mandated tidiness. Everything in a precise order, everything sterile and strictly accounted for — a far cry from the grime and grit you got pulling apart engines.
Then again, it wasn’t like surgery left you clean, exactly. The gloves and masks protected you from the bulk of it — a tidy layer that could be peeled away and discarded after the bloody work was done. But no amount of scrubbing could erase the things I’d done, the things I’d seen…
I shook my head, rubbing the rag over my fingers as I climbed the main staircase. I didn’t like to think about the specifics. That kind of work — even when you were proud of what you did — left a permanent mark. And for the sake of my own sanity, it was better left in the past.
All I’d ever wanted to do was fix things. And now, in a way, I got to do that.
Hands mostly clean, I tucked the rag into my pocket and took a deep breath.Show time.
I knocked gently on the door as I slid the key into place, letting the mechanism turn with a satisfying click.Nothing.
Knocking a bit harder, I pressed my ear to the door, waiting for some sign of life behind the heavy mahogany, but still, nothing.
My chest tightened — a wiry, hungry house guest had been on my bingo card, not the silent treatment.How fucking long did Spencer leave her locked up in here?
But as I swung the door open, there were no angry green eyes burning at me — just a lump of blankets, Kiera’s red hair splayed against the snow white pillow case — a fox in a snowbank.
The sight of her stole the breath from my lungs. I stood in the doorway for a long moment not wanting to disturb her peace. I hadn’t seen her calm enough to rest.
