Page 7 of Lust

He caught my wrist. “It is when you are sleeping with men like him.”

I snatch my wrist from his grasp. “You need to realize Gabe that one day, I will risk my heart on a man and you can’t protect me forever.”

“You told me you would never give away a piece of yourself to a man?” He repeats back a fact to me and I just look at him dryly.

“You are risking yours by trusting Olivia. You don’t see me stamping and throwing a tantrum.”

His mouth drops open.

“You really think I didn’t know?” I scoffed. “You keep your side of the table tonight, cause this,” I gestured between him and I. “ain’t over till you apologize.”

* * *

Family fucking dinners.Fucking doing my head in. I remained silent through the normal conversation. Said yes and fine, when prompted. Now I remained silent. Gabe kept shooting me a look, as if waiting for me to make conversation with him, but I hadn’t.

Mom commented on Gabe and I being quiet.

I didn’t even bother saying anything.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out. Seeing an unknown number.

Did I upset your big bro?

I read the message again, frowning and finally type back, who is this.

Then my eyes widened when I read one word over and over. That word being—Ace.

How did fucking Kace ‘Ace’ Striking get my number? I look up seeing Gabe staring at the beer in front of him, not on his phone. Both hands on the table. Well that proved it wasn’t him messaging me, testing me, didn’t it?

I frowned. But then typed back.

If this is Kace, prove it?

I see the bubbles pop up and then a message.

I’ve already had you moaning.

My eyes widened. It is Kace!

The phone vibrates in my hand and I glance back down, seeing the words;

And it’s Ace darling.

I scoffed, causing my mom to stare at me for a second and then I look back down at the screen. Typing the words;

To me you are Kace.

The phone vibrates back in my hand.

Come to the track.

I frown, knowing my brother would not accept me meeting Kace and if we were seen together, Gabe would kill me. Then again, I wanted to be more like Gabe and he lived for risky behaviour. What was riskier than meeting a biker at a track—where no one was going to be?

* * *

I arrivedat the practice track and instead of turning into the Gabe’s garage I kept driving, and made it around the bend. My heart was drumming to an unknown beat and adrenaline was throbbing through my body, as I saw his garage door up—pulling to the side. I hesitated getting out. What the hell am I thinking?

Then I see movement out of the corner of my eye and I look up, my eyes landing on Kace Striking. He didn’t have a top on, his tattoos, mainly the one that went over his stomach, the words – King’s Deceivers proudly tattooed in an arch way, across his abs. His raven hair was clipped, like he had run the shaver over it, and shortened it on purpose. He had his lip piercing in, and I noticed from here, the satisfaction in his eyes.

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