Page 31 of You Were Always Mine
‘Fuck!’ His roar is raw, guttural, like it’s being dragged out of his chest. He paces once, twice, dragging his hands through his hair like he wants to rip it out, then whirls on me with eyes still blazing.
‘This can’t happen,’ he snarls, voice breaking under the weight of it. ‘You hear me? It doesn’t. It didn’t. You’re my sister.’
The word cuts sharp, cruel, deliberate.
I press back against the wall, throat tight, body trembling from the ghost of his hands still burning into my skin. I want to scream at him, to tell him he’s lying, to tell him I felt the truth in the way his body pressed to mine.
But he’s already gone — storming past me, shoulders tense, slamming the door behind him so hard the frame rattles.
And I’m left standing in the quiet, pulse hammering, body betraying me all over again.
Because no matter how much he denies it… I know it wasn’t nothing.
Kai
The night tastes of petrol and iron. The engine roars beneath us; headlights slice through the dark streets, and I should be laughing with the others — caught in the reckless high of racing two cars neck-and-neck down the back roads.
But all I can think about is her.
Scarlett.
My little sister, who isn’t my sister.
Her legs curled on the sofa this morning, bare skin catching sunlight she didn’t deserve to show me.
‘Fuck, Kai, keep up!’ Jax’s voice cracks through the wind, leaning out of the passenger window of the car beside me, middle finger raised like a dare.
I slam my foot down harder, the engine screaming, tyres shrieking against the asphalt. The world blurs — reckless, stupid, perfect. Anything to stop the picture in my head of her mouth parting, wet and soft, when she caughtme staring.
‘Jesus, you trying to kill us?’ one of the guys in the back seat yells, gripping the handle.
‘Shut the fuck up,’ I snap, not taking my eyes off the road. If I die, I die — at least I won’t have to taste the guilt any more.
I want her.
God, I want her worse than air.
I grip the wheel tighter, knuckles white, imagining instead the grip of her thighs clamping around my head — the mess I’d make of her if I ever let myself taste what’s mine.
We swerve too close to the other car, metal almost kissing metal, sparks flying in my chest. Jax is shouting something, laughter in it, chaos in it, but all I hear is her voice from earlier — Scarlett, spitting venom at me in the kitchen.Just a friend, Kai.
A friend touching what’s mine.
‘Pull the fuck over, you’re gonna flip us!’
I laugh — sharp and filthy — the sound ripping from me like I’m already gone. ‘Maybe I want to.’
The car jerks as I overtake them, engine howling, my pulse louder than the crowd of friends leaning out of windows, screaming, reckless. They think this is about the rush.
It’s not.
It’s about her.
Every time I slam my foot on the accelerator, it’s her face in my head. Every corner I take too sharp, it’s her body grinding down on mine in a dream I wake up hard from. Every risk, every bruise, every near miss — her fault.
If I kill myself out here, it’ll be because I can’t stop thinking about fucking my little sister.
The race ends in smoke and screeching brakes, thesmell of burning rubber and hot metal thick in the night. Everyone’s shouting, laughing, high on the danger.
