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After indulging my mother and Jelena, our cook, who is more family than help, I hightail it the fuck out of there.
The engine roars to life and I speed down the windy drive until I hit the road. I release a heavy sigh and finally feel like I can breathe again. Picking up my cell, I hit Acheron’s number. Ringing sounds through the Bluetooth on my stereo. He answers swiftly.
“Brother, you good?”
“Yeah. I want you to bring Kenzi straight to my place because I’m not coming back to the club tonight.”
Silence stretches out over the line. “You sure that’s a good idea, man?”
I raise an eyebrow even though I know he can’t see me. “You questioning me?”
“Nah. We will have her at your place in two hours. Justyce?”
“Yeah?”
“Be careful, brother.”
I disconnect the call and head away from my house. I need to fuck all this built up anger and energy out of my body before I see Kenzi. My lips tip up at the sides as I think of her long flowing, midnight blue hair and her siren-calling, electric blue eyes.Kenzi, my Dark One, you’re about to enter the beast’s lair and I can’t wait to toy with not only your body but your mind, too.
Chapter Six - Kenzi
The seatbelt light switches off above my head. I stay seated, watching as all the passengers rapidly bolt up out of their chairs to collect their carryon luggage and scurry off. They look like a pack of ants all squashed together as they disappear from my vision.
I don’t want to be here, and I think the young flight attendant dressed in a tight blue dress with an apologetic look marred on her face senses as much.
“Excuse me, miss, is there anything I can help you with?” Her green eyes plead with me, darting between me and the exit, not to make her ask me to leave, but I’m rooted to this damn seat.
Gazing around I realize there’s only me and her left on the plane. I shake myself out of my stupor and force a smile on my face. It feels foreign and numb.
“No, no. Sorry, I just spaced. I’ll get out of your hair. I apologize for keeping you behind.”
The woman shakes her head from side to side and small black tendrils fall from the bun on top of her head. “It’s fine. Do you need a hand with your luggage?”
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
Pushing up from the seat, I reach up and pull my dark purple bag from the overtop compartment. I sling it over my shoulder and offer the attendant one last smile and exit the plane.
The faces around me blur into one. Voices and sounds fade into white noise as my brain slowly vacates. I walk in a daze and head straight out to the pick-up area. I didn’t see the need to bring more than necessary so there’s no need to head down to the luggage carousel on my way out.
Peering down at my phone, I sigh. It seems I sat longer on the plane than I realized. Dereke is going to be pissed. I draw my coat in tight around me as the wind whips ferociously through the air.
I swing my neck from side to side, searching for my mom’s beat up old BMW. Maybe he left me? I’m about to hit the call button on my cell when a blacked out Audi pulls up and the window slides down.
I turn my back to the car, paying it no mind until I hear a familiar voice.
“Kenzi! Get your fucking ass in the car, you’re late!”
Dereke.
My Dr. Martens squeak against the concrete as I turn around to face the car. I feel the deep crease in my forehead and I’m sure my face matches exactly how I’m feeling.What the fuck.
“Dereke?”
“Duh. Hurry up, woman.”
Cautiously I step toward the car. “Whose ride?”
He reaches behind and the back door pops open. “Does it matter? Get the fuck in. We don’t have time to waste.”
