Page 53 of Hide From Me

“Fuck, Cas.”

I smiled as I wrapped her in my arms and lifted her, moving us up onto the bed. The little whimpers as I moved us had me hardening all over again and it was the exact opposite of what I hoped this would do. Instead of being less ravenous, I was hungrier.

I glanced at the clock and smirked.

“I still have a couple of hours.”

I claimed her mouth and kissed her like I was starving. Now I wondered if the reason I’d never been satisfied with anything oranyone was because she’d always been out of my reach and I had put her there.

No more though.

I refused to put her back on that unobtainable pedestal because now that I’d tasted her, I was addicted.

The roars of the crowd echoed off the metal building, feeding the frenzied excitement.

“You ready?” Zeid asked.

I wrapped my knuckles and shrugged.

“I’m always ready.”

He watched me. I could feel the fucking judgment in his eyes.

“What, prick? Just ask whatever is making you stare at me like that.”

I ripped the roll of tape and stuck the end against my hand before looking back up.

“What?”

He exchanged a look at X who was already fully taped and ready.

“You seem way too calm, brother. Where were you all afternoon? Because the last time we’d seen you, we were pretty sure you were about to kill someone.”

They both shrugged.

“Which we were pissed you wouldn’t invite us to a bloodbath. You know we’re always there to help bury the body,” X said with a laugh.

I opened and closed my fists, checking the tape along my knuckles.

“I didn’t kill anyone.”

I didn’t mention the way I left Rylee sleeping though. I could only imagine what she would do when she woke up and saw me missing. Fuck. I got lost in her fucking eyes and her damn pussy. I wasn’t about to tell her that she fucking owned me, not the other way around. I wouldn’t ever admit that. I had to maintain a reputation. I had to maintain a lot of things.

I didn’t have attachments to anything. The world saw what I wanted it to see. Zeid and X got to see more, but we all knew that at the end of the day we would hurt ourselves if we hurt each other.

“Didn’t kill anyone? But you might have destroyed someone’s v-jay-jay. A certain blond?” X smirked, and I threw a punch at him.

“What? Brother, the only other thing in this entire world that could take the look of pure murder away on your face, other than murder itself, would be her magical little?—”

This time, I swung hard and got him in the gut. The only thing he was doing was sucking in air, making the laugh he was trying to hold back more of a chocked wheeze.

“Right. Save it for the ring. You’re the favorite tonight. We stand to make triple what we did at the last event.”

Right. I needed my head in the moment. X stood straight, like he’d just chipped a nail rather than having me give him a hit so hard a weaker fighter would have had an instant reintroduction to his last meal.

I rolled my shoulders, trying to get into the moment.

“We stand to gain control of a substantial delivery route,” I said. I’d made a deal with a distributor for one of the hottest new designer drugs on the market. I didn’t need the fucking money, but I wanted the power. If I had the largest distribution route under my thumb, the Vipers and the Ravens would have to deal with me for one more thing. I liked when they owed me.

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