“You’re the one being a dick,” I snapped. He swung his head to look at me, anger on his face. But I saw behind it. I always did.That was why we were so connected. I saw the fear. The worry that he would lose the little brother he’d just found.
“We’ll protect him, Prez,” Nav assured him.
King’s nose flared like a bull, his anger a shield that kept him from looking vulnerable. I knew it for the mask it was.
The other two men waited behind Ravage to see what he would do.
“I have to go,” Ravage said, then he grabbed Karlyn’s hand and walked out the door.
When the door closed behind Nav, King roared, “SON OF A BITCH!”
He turned on his heels and stormed off down the hallway. I followed after him as he put his phone up to his ear.
“Ghost. Ravage is on his way to you. Nav is with him, as well as Indigo and Eros.”
He was quiet for a moment before he said, “He’s a brother in the Gods of Mayhem.” He walked fast, and I had to jog to keep up with him.
“Yeah, I told him everything I knew. I’m sure he’ll want Sypher to confirm everything.”
I followed him into his office and closed the door behind me as he sat at his desk. He looked up at me and continued on his call, his eyes never leaving mine.
“He’s being hunted, Ghost. I need you to protect him. There’s more shit going on than we realized. Nav can fill you in. Thanks, brother.”
He disconnected the call and placed his phone on his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he waited for me to speak.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Ravage? That you had a brother?”
He dropped his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then he looked back up at me. “The last time, you told me if I came back, you would call the sheriff.”
Chapter Thirteen
Grace
A few months ago...
I sat on my couch watching the ridiculous show I had somehow gotten enthralled with as I switched through the channels. I mean, who would believe that a supermodel who died would end up in the body of an overweight, plain Jane lawyer and still be able to win cases?
I certainly didn’t.
However, the cases were interesting, and the ‘aha’ moments were gold. It reminded me of the episodes of Matlock I used to watch with my mother.
I should be in bed. I didn’t work tonight, but my body had a set schedule. Even on nights I didn’t close the bar, I couldn’t go to sleep before three.
That was why I was still up watching this show. And that was how I heard the pipes pull up and shut off in my driveway.
He’d come back.
After a week of nothing, he was now here to torment me. To pull me in but never hold me close enough.
I heard his boots on the steps. The pause before his knuckles rapped on the wood. I stared at the door for a second before moving closer.
“What do you want?” I asked through the door. If I opened it, one look at him would cause the weak resolve I had spent the past week building to crumble like a string of dominoes.
“You, Grace. I want you.”
He was killing me. My shoulders fell and my head rested against the door. Why did I let him do this? “I can’t do this, King.”
“Please, Princess. I just need to hold you.”
