I roll my eyes.
Abel smirks.
We make our way toward the annoying voice, entering the kitchen, I see all of The Kings seated at the table, including Nate’s dad, Gabriel.
I take a step forward, but he shakes his head. I see the worry etched into his features. The way his eyebrows furrow over his dark eyes.
I pause, straightening. “What’s going on?”
Nate
I can count on one hand how many times I have been shackled by a woman. Rendered fucking speechless and brought to my damn knees by a simple blink of her eye. Three times. Twice was Tillie, and the other was Micaela.
Even with her standing there, at my disposal, glaring at me like she hates sharing the same air as me, my dick is rock hard, swollen against the zipper in my pants.
“Are you talking?” she asks, placing her hands on her hips.
I smirk. Because it’s fucking cute that she does shit to try to make herself appear stronger than she feels. Not saying she’s not, she’s definitely the most glued together girl we’ve ever had around. She’s level-headed, smart, fucking sassy, and she can hold her own. She doesn’t do drugs, (usually), and doesn’t give a fuck if anyone else is doing it. She hardly drinks and doesn’t sleep around. How’d I manage to fuck all of that up epically in the span of a few months? Right. Because I’m me.
“Yeah, babe, take a seat.” The smirk stays, biting down on the toothpick in my mouth.
She glares with force this time.
I laugh. “Easy tiger, take a seat so we can talk.”
She crosses her arms. A step up from them being on her hips. My eyes drop, my smile deepening when they land on her arms, but then they go lower, and I’m smack bang face to face with her sexy as sin legs. My smile instantly drops, and I shuffle in my seat to readjust myself.
“Are you going to be honest with me?”
“Yes,” I answer instantly, because I’ll always be honest with her, with the exception of what I think she needs to know.
She slowly lowers herself onto the chair. “Talk. Why the fuck did you kidnap me and bring me here?”
“First of all.” I lean forward, blazing my joint. “We didn’t bring you here. You walked your little ass right up to this house all on your own. Second of all.” I blow out a thick cloud of smoke, her beautiful fucking face still glaring at me through the smoke. “I wasn’t lying when I told you that it was planned to get you here.”
She waves the smoke away. “And why is that?”
Bishop’s phone goes off and he quickly leaves the room, answering it as he slides the glass door closed. I falter a little, wanting to ask him what the fuck is going on with his phone and who he has been talking with for the past day. Task at hand.
“Because we needed to take you away from civilization for a while.”
“Why? What’s happening? And you couldn’t just tell me? You had to be dramatic and lock me in a fucking cell!”
She’s angry now. Good. She’s always cute, but when she’s angry, there’s something inside of me that recognizes her fire and wants to build an inferno with her. The only problem is that those closest to us get burned. She holds all of the cards when it comes to me. But my poker face is too good, so she just doesn’t know it yet. Connection is rare, I fucking know this. As much as there’s still so much that she doesn’t know yet, I have every intention to keep her safe. How I go about that, though, is completely up to me. Those are the cards that I’m dealing and that’s the hand I’ll be playing.
I stare at her, lick my lip and smirk. “Because I was bored.”
She doesn’t bite, and just as her mouth opens, Bishop is back inside, slamming the door closed with force.
“Bitch.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Who you calling bitch?”
He yanks out his chair and rakes his hands through his hair. “Don’t fucking start with me, Nate.”
I find Brantley, who is already watching me carefully. Something deeper is going on between the two of them, and we all know it’s only going to get worse when Madison finds out about the Daemon shit. Did I know about it? No. For generations now, the Hayes name has been feared amongst the Elite, the mundane, and anyone and everyone who even knew a smidge about our life, but that’s about to change, because Bishop has let some humanity sneak through. He’s not as vicious or cold-hearted as his father, and trust me, that’s a very fucking good thing, but more than that, we come first with him, not the throne. Which is why he battles with a lot of his decisions. I can see him struggling. I haven’t seen him in such a bad place since before Madison walked into his life.