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Teller was about done with Zoe and her antics. This was twice she used them fucking to come across as more important than she was. He didn’t know what he needed to do to get through her thick skull that she was not now nor would she ever be his ol’ lady, short of kicking her to the curb. “Zoe is the house mom for the moment. Not now or at any time has she been my woman.”
“Good, because she’s about to be reprimanded for trying to sabotage my relationship with Kennedy. Like I don’t already have that to deal with from Player.”
“What was the cause of the fight?”
Cree told Teller what went down then excused himself to find Zoe. Teller told him he’d handle it and headed for the woman’s room. He’d kept her around because she liked fucking his way, but that wouldn’t keep her from being tossed out on her ass.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kennedy managed to sweep her hair up into a messy bun and smooth out her clothes before Player stepped inside the room. She was nervous seeing him standing there. Her heart sped up, wanting nothing more than a hello. Her own words seemed to have disappeared as she stared at her brother.
Player rubbed his sweaty hands over his jeans. “I’m sorry.”
Kennedy’s eyes went wide as she heard the apology from her brother. “What?” she asked, confused.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come back for you,” Player told his sister. She’d never know how much it haunted him that he hadn’t been able to take her away from their mother.
Kennedy didn’t want Player to carry that kind of weight. If she’d learned anything, it was that you couldn’t hold on to things. “Oh. We were both so young. It’s okay.”
“I came back multiple times to check on you. I just didn’t have the means to take care of you was all.”
“I saw you a few times but was afraid to say anything. I was afraid you’d get in trouble for being there.”
Seemed they both had held on to a lot of guilt over the years. Emotions that looking back on were too heavy for two kids that had been fighting daily to survive.
“Umm, about what happened in the hall . . .”
“Zoe’s a bitch and doesn’t know her place.” Player knew damn well whatever Zoe had done to his sister, she deserved the ass kicking.
“She’s definitely a bitch,” Kennedy said flatly.
“Is it even worth asking what happened?” he asked Kennedy. If she didn’t want to tell him, he wouldn’t press.
“No. I’d rather hear about you.”
“Can we start by you giving me a hug? I mean, I’ve waited twenty-two years for one.” Player smiled when Kennedy rushed over to him. Wrapping his arms around his sister, Player hung on to her for a long while, afraid if he let go, she’d disappear.
When he did let her go, he tugged her to the bed so they could sit down and talk.
“So, you had your first motorcycle ride.”
“I rode over seven hundred miles my first time.” Kennedy smirked at the thought now that it was behind her. “I think I almost earned the title ‘iron ass’.”
Player busted out laughing at hearing those words fall from his baby sister’s mouth. “Cree?—”
Kennedy cut him off. She didn’t want to fight or argue. Not when they had just reunited only moments ago. Turning on the bed, she brought a leg up so she could sit on her foot. Facing her brother, Kennedy jumped right in, letting him know that under no circumstances would he or anyone else get between her and Cree. “I want your word, Stephen.” She used his given name so he’d know she was serious.
“Oh, I’m Stephen now and not Player?”
“Yes. As my brother, you can grumble all you want, but as a member of this club, you can keep your opinion to yourself.” Kennedy waited for him to speak, and when he didn’t, she reminded him of one thing. “It’s your choice.”
Player nodded. There was a lot of years they needed to make up for, and this was not turning out the way he’d thought. He’d mistakenly forgotten he was getting a twenty-seven-year-old Kennedy and not a five-year-old one. “Since it’s my choice, I say you should get dressed so we can celebrate Christmas.”
“I’d like that.” Kennedy looked around the room then back to her brother. “Can you show me where I can get a shower?”
Player smiled. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Checking herself in the mirror, Kennedy sighed. The sweater wasn’t her style, but it did fit. She was thankful for the loan from Sway, the VP’s ol’ lady. Shoving her feet into her boots, she was as ready as she was gonna get. “You got this,” she told her reflection.
