Spencer laughed as she smiled down at me. “Are you just embarrassed that you’re just as oblivious about this place as we thought?”
As I sat up, I threw a punch into her shin. “No, asshole. Besides, it took two brain cells for you two to find me anyway.”
With a shrug, Leo yawned and got to her feet. “I guess if you want us to fuck you within an inch of your life, we’ll happily take the challenge, Princess.”
“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes as I approached my bedroom door. “Count to sixty.”
It would be enough time to get where I was going. This round of hiding had brought back some memories — places Dom and I used to play. And if they’d been left in place after the extensive renovations, Leo and Spencer would be none the wiser to my plan.
“Deal.” My two bikers echoed in unison.
Pointing my index finger at them, I scowled. “And no teamwork.”
“Boo.” Spencer winked as Leo began to count.
Taking off, I let my mind guide me back to my favorite hiding spot. My feet moved quickly as I trampled down the hallway and toward the stairs. Once I hit the landing, I quieted my steps, hoping to throw my saviors off. I knew they would be cheating, utilizing Leo’s military training to track my movements.
And I knew they wouldn’t be shy about breaking their promise. They’d hunt me together and I needed the perfect spot.
Down the stairs, I made my way toward the kitchen. My pulse was pounding in my ears, helping me track how long had passed.
I ripped open the pantry door and scanned the room for the familiar metal gate. Behind a cabinet front, my hiding spot was kept in place but tucked away. Like it was waiting to be discovered.
Climbing inside, I let the darkness of the crowded space wash over me. It felt less secure in here now that I was a grown adult than it had when I was just a little kid.
But it kept me safe then. And it would keep me safe for now.
Because I was going to win. Even if I had to starve in this spot.
84
DOM
Every dayI spent in that office was a drain on my soul. It had been one thing to hold it together when I could keep it separate from my home life. But now that Kiera knew, now that Spencer and Leo knew, it was growing harder and harder to pretend to myself that it wasn’t real.
The Oracle needs to burn that cesspool down already before I do it myself.
And the vitriol at home wasn’t making things any easier. Things with Kiera got better in bits and pieces before backsliding back to bad. Leo didn’t say a word about any of it, which was a comfort but not quite a relief. And Spencer…
Fucking Spencer.
She wasn’t interested in my apologies, my gifts, or any of my attempts to make it right. She claimed every inch of the house she could, every inch of Kiera she could, and tried to chase me off like I was some circling wolf.
And considering what my father had done to her family… I couldn’t really blame her.
I sighed as I reached for the front door knob, bracing myself for the waves of laughter from the living room — the happiness that was both so close, yet so far out of reach.
But as I swung the door open, I was surprised that there was no laughter or music or TV chatter. There was just dead silence, and then…
Thud, thud, thud!
Footsteps on the second floor, moving fast. My hackles raised instantly.
I shut the door silently behind me and reached for my pocket knife. The gun would be better, but that was upstairs. A kitchen knife, though… the blade would stab deeper.
Keeping my back pressed to the wall, I crept toward the kitchen, keeping an ear out for other intruders. I needed to know how many, where the fuck they were, and where the fuck was Kiera?
But before I could make it to the kitchen, I needed to pass the living room. And one look inside told me everything I needed to know.
