“And why do you think that would make any difference?”
He lowers the pack of ice and tilts his head to the side.
Despite his annoyance, there’s no mistaking the curious gleam in his eyes.
“You knew who I was. When I came to your apartment.
Didn’t you? You knew I was with Jax.”
His gaze falls to the floor briefly. “I was trying to be nice.”
“That was you trying to be nice?” I say, baffled.
He ignores me, loosing an impatient breath.
“Sienna, what do you want?”
“What if I told you that I want the same thing you do?”
I say, stepping forward.
He laughs hoarsely. “I doubt that.”
“I remember you too. Last season. During the finals against Jax,” I tell him. “I watched on the sidelines as he battered the shit out of you.”
A dark, untamed look crosses Kayden’s face. I’ve clearly hit a nerve. Which is exactly what I wanted.
“Enough,” he warns. “Sienna, I swear—”
“I’m here to make you an offer,” I interrupt. “I can help you destroy Jax this season and help you claim your championship.”