Page 18 of Kid
Nella
The next morning the moment my eyes opened, the shame of what I’d done washed over me. What in the hell had I been thinking, throwing myself at Ronan Arrowood the way I did? The women the Arrowood brothers went for were strong and confident.
I should know—my best friend, despite being a few years younger than the oldest brother, Darius—had scored him.
She was about to have his baby!
Chelsea may not seem strong, but she’d taken on some really dangerous people to get through to the other end with Darius “Demon” Arrowood at his side.
I wasn’t strong.
The truth was, I hadn’t been confident since my ex left. On his way out, he was sure to remind me just how fat and useless I had become. I honestly didn’t see myself as fat before those words left his mouth.
I had curves, a body that looked like an hourglass when I stared at in the mirror.
It was amazing how deeply words could wound—through the skin and bones to the very soul. Then they would stick around long after the speaker left, like ink staining into bone.
I lifted the sheets to look down at what I was wearing and sighed. Across the room, Kid seemed to have slept in the chair all night and I smiled.
That couldn’t have been good on his large frame—but he’d done it.
For me?
I was in his bed, heartbroken nothing happened between us. At the same time, I was happy nothing had happened between us. If it had, I probably wouldn’t have been able to face him now.
It would have been worse for me had I actually slept with him.
Kid had read me like a book and had made the right call.
Still, I couldn’t help the simmering anger to pulse inside me. He belonged to Macy, the blond with the fake tits and the plastic smile.
The woman who’d caught Kid’s eyes enough for him to bring her home to his brothers. He wouldn’t have done that unless they were close, and he felt something strong for her.
Ever since I met the three of them, Demon, Mamba and Kid, I knew no one came into that fold without being worthy.
That thought made me even sadder because that meant there was something about Macy I hadn’t seen, something wholly good I couldn’t see through my jealousy.
The truth was, I was unworthy of the fold—I had slithered in on Chelsea’s coattails.
Kid was shirtless, his graphic shirt over the back of the chair beside his head. The tattoos on his body were beautiful and I assumed the work had been done his brother, Mamba.
The holy trinity sign over his heart with the namesLucas, Darius Ronanintricately woven within its lines.
The love the three brothers had for each other was mistakable.
When I moved to get out of the bed, Kid shifted and sat up. He was tired, I could tell. Sleeping in that position couldn’t have been comfortable for his muscular frame.
“I’ll make you breakfast.” I told him. “You get into the bed and stretch out comfortably. Once the food is ready, I’ll bring you some in bed.”
He caught my hand as I tried moving by him and out the door.
“Come here,” he said.
Kid drew me into his lap, and I looked down into his face.
Before I even opened my mouth, I could feel the words that must be said would break me in ways that would be impossible to heal from.
The fact I lied when he asked me if I wanted him had dictated how this entire thing would end.
