Page 44 of The Chaos She Brings
Oh!
And did I mention that the man who now has a star spot in all my wet dreams is coming with me? The same man who sometimes likes to kiss me, and fuck me with his tongue, then other times wants nothing to do with me?
What could go wrong?
“We need to get moving,” Kai says, leaning casually against my doorway. His arms are crossed, his expression bored, like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“I’m ready.” I sling my one bag over my shoulder. It holds everything I managed to salvage from my flat before I left—which isn’t much.
We head down the stairs, and a sudden thought hits me like a brick to the face. “Oh my god!” I gasp.
Kai glances over his shoulder, his brow arching. “What now?”
“The door to my flat!” I blurt out, the words tumbling out in a rush. “It’s broken! Anyone could be walking in there and stealing my stuff. Not that it was Fort Knox before, but now it’s basically open house. I mean, it’s—”
“Tess.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up!” I snap, glaring at the back of his head. “It’s a valid concern. I know I don’t have much, but it’s all I’ve got, and—”
“For fuck’s sake.” He stops and turns, pinning me with an exasperated look. “I sent Nate to fix your door the same day.”
Wait. What?
“You… did?”
“Yes.”
“Why would you do that?”
Kai sighs, like he regrets even telling me. “So your things would be safe until you can go back.”
My heart does an annoying little flutter at his words. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” His frown deepens. “Can we go now, or do you have another crisis brewing?”
I bite my lip to hide the smile threatening to break free. “No crisis. Let’s go.”
But the butterflies don’t stop somersaulting the whole way down the stairs.
We trudge outside. I’m expecting Kai to drive us so I’m rendered speechless to see a sleek black car idling outside his drive and two guys who could be characters in Men in Black standing outside it.
“Ms Russo,” one of them says, nodding his head politely and opening the door.
“Russo?”
“That’s your fathers last name,” Kai whispers, placing a hand on my lower back and nudging me towards the car.
I slip in, then Kai scoots me over so he can join me in the back while the two henchmen get in the front. I’m trying to process what just happened, but all I can manage is, “Wait—am I about to be driven around in a car by two mysterious men in suits like some sort of mafia princess?”
“You are a mafia princess, Hurricane,” Kai reminds me. His tone is casual, but I can see the tension in his eyes: he’s unsettled.
I grumble but don’t reply as the car starts up. A glance behind me shows another car, the same make as this one, following behind. “This is crazy,” I mutter under my breath.
The drive drags on for two hours, with Kai lost in his thoughts, staring out the window blatantly ignoring me. Me? I’m stuck, staring at him like a creep. We had to leave our phones behind, which means no distractions—just me and my growing fascination with him.
