Page 3 of Possessed By Knox
“Stop calling me that,” I hiss. “And I’m not confused. I know Abby is here.”
“Oh, you’re right about that. Abby Chester is indeed here, but we didn’t kidnap her.” Those eyes that seem to have witnessed both darkness and light land firmly on mine. “We don’t kidnap women here…little bird.”
“Stop calling me—” I cut myself off, forcing in a deep calming breath. “If you didn’t kidnap my sister, then why won’t you let me see her?”
He smirks. “Well, you didn’t ask to see her.”
I blink blankly at him and realize that I did, in fact, walk in here guns blazing. It never once occurred to me to approach any of this in a calm way. It’s this city. It strips me raw and leaves me feeling restless, like there are a thousand ants dancing under my skin.
Damn. I need to grab Abby and get the hell out of here as soon as possible.
“I would like to see my sister,” I say, calmly this time despite the roaring in my head. “I need to talk to her.”
“And how do I know you’re really her sister?”
I glare at the man. “Can you just—” I stop when the amused glint in his eyes tells me that he’s just trying to get a rise out of me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath until my pulse isn’t racing and the sudden urge to jump across the bar and bite the man’s head off has faded. “I have no reason to lie,” I finish calmly.
“Fine, I’ll get someone to bring her down,” he says with a laugh. “Did you say your name? I didn’t catch that.”
“Ruth Chester.”
He moves down the bar and takes out his phone. I watch him make a call, his voice low. I can’t make out the words, so I focus on the deep rumble of his voice, so warm and captivating. The thought of that voice whispering in my ears sends my nipples aching behind my bra, and my cheeks flush at my body’s reaction to something so…silly.
I’ve worked so darn hard to build the walls around myself, just to have a handsome man with his stupid deep voice and mischievous eyes start to chip away at them. I need to remind myself that this is no ordinary man. Despite the easy air around him, he belongs to one of the most ruthless groups in the city.
My body should not react the way it does to his closeness, and damn it, I shouldn’t notice the way his shirt hugs those muscles or the way dark tattoos peek from the three buttons he left undone. Or the way he stares at me as he speaks into his phone, those eyes watching me with amusement and something else…
Something dangerous. Something…heated.
The man ends the call before walking back to me. “Well, little bird—”
“It’s Ruth!”
“Your sister will be down in a moment,” he says with a smirk. “Meanwhile, can I offer you a drink?”
Chapter Two
Knox
There’s never a dull moment at the Steel Rebels’ clubhouse, but lately it’s been pretty boring. Aside from occasional fights and minor run-ins with the law, things have stayed quiet, and the lack of action has left me feeling restless. Hell, I was starting to think I’d have to stir up some trouble just to find something exciting to do, but then in walked the most gorgeous little thing I’ve ever seen. [KB8]
She’s tall, yes, but it’s more than just her height. It’s the way she carried herself when she stepped through those doors—a quiet confidence that drew the attention of every man in the bar, and I was no exception. She looked around the room, daring anyone to come close, and when her eyes locked onto mine from across the room, it felt like the air crackled with some unseen energy. Tension like I’ve never felt before.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her movements, full of grace. Dressed in a simple blouse and dark slacks, almost like she’d just stepped out of an office, she couldn’t look more out of place if she tried. And yet, no one stepped in to stop her, to question her presence. Perhaps, like me, they were hypnotized and frozen by such a rare beauty.
Her face is a work of art, framed by a cascade of jet-black silk that falls just above her shoulders. Her features are both striking and delicate, with bangs sweeping across her forehead that soften the angles. I couldn’t quite determine the color of her eyes before—blue? Gray? The dim lighting keeps playing tricks on their hue, but there’s no hiding their captivating depth.
“I don’t want a drink,” she says. She brushes her fingers through her hair casually, but it’s the first sign of nerves. The only one she lets show. “Just my sister.”
I push back to watch her. I can’t help it. There’s just something intriguing about a woman who’d walk into the Rebels’ clubhouse without an invitation and make demands from the club’s VP. She hasn’t lowered her eyes once, watching me like prey would watch a predator, with suspicion and distrust.
And I haven’t stopped watching her, with curiosity and…lust.
“Might be a while before they get here. Besides, the drink is on the house.” I gesture toward the array of bottles behind me. “Something to take the edge off, maybe?”
“Who’sthey?”
I chuckle. Of course she would nip that out of my statement. “Abby and the man she’s dating.”
