“For fuck’s sake, Vi!” He scraped a hand through his hair, and by doing that, he was quickly reminded how fucked up it was when his fingers got snagged in tangles. If he had to cut his fucking hair to remove the knots, he’d be pissed.
Vi rattled off an address. He tried to memorize it, but to be safe… “Text it to me.”
“You owe me.”
“Whatever, Vi.”
A loud kissing sound filled his ear. “Love you, too, cuz.”
Holding the phone in a tight grip so he wouldn’t throw it, he stabbed the “End Call” button and stared at the screen. Two seconds later, a text popped up with the needed info.
He saved it to memory, tucked his phone back in his cut, and raced in that direction.
Zeke dida slow-roll past her brother’s house.
No fucking surprise she was there.
That meant Zeke’s son was also there. And that Ky’s brother was probably home.
He really didn’t want a confrontation with anyone in her family. Not if he wanted a chance to convince Kyra to give him a second shot.
In the cul-de-sac at the end of the street, Zeke did a one-eighty and headed back toward Rob’s house. It would be smarter to go back to Ky’s and wait for her there.
But it was goddamn hard to sneak out of the area when his Harley had straight pipes. While he loved the growl of his exhaust, it gave him no way to be stealthy. They probably heard him coming a fucking mile away.
Of course that meant Kyra and her brother now stood out front, watching him motor up the street.
Fuckin’ busted.
The guy’s house wasn’t an area where he’d be able to use the “just in the neighborhood” excuse. Fuck no. The only people who entered that housing development were people with a damn good reason to be there.
And his reason was glaring at him.
He shouldn’t stop. Not with her older brother standing next to her. Rob had never been fucking shy about how muchhe hated Kyra being with Zeke, so he was probably livid once he found out why Kyra ran away.
When he thought about it, Zeke was surprised Rob never paid him a visit after Kyra left. Zeke’s guess? Her brother probably wanted to hide the fact she was pregnant from him. Because if Zeke would’ve known, he would’ve relentlessly searched for Ky and been there when Ledger was born. Guaranteed.
That meant Rob could fuck right off. Zeke didn’t give a single fuck about what her brother thought of him.
But what Zeke wasn’t expecting was Rob to sprint into the street and make him swerve so sharply to avoid hitting him that he almost wiped out.
The second he skidded to a stop and swallowed his pounding heart back down into his chest, he was yanked off his sled by his cut and thrown to the ground.
Despite hearing his beloved Black Betty fall to the pavement, he didn’t take his eyes off the immediate threat.
“You fucking son of a bitch!”
Zeke ducked his head as a fist came flying. Unfortunately, before he could finish getting to his feet, a second swing made contact and snapped his head backward.
Goddamn!
“Stay the fuck away from my sister.” Without taking eyes off Zeke, Rob called over his shoulder. “Call the cops, Ky.”
Kyra rushed over. “I’m not calling the cops! They’ll arrestyoufor assault, you idiot!”
“Hit me,” Rob taunted, spreading his feet and holding up his fists. “Hit me, you fucking piece of shit.”
Zeke was itching to oblige, but he was doing his best to keep his rage under control. Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to jump on a challenge like that.
