In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(62)

Slowly, I take a seat on the same step, folding my arms over my stomach and pulling my knees up. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

“What happened the other night.” He kicks out his leg. Military boots. Why them? I wonder to myself.

“You already made it clear where that all stands.” I don’t waver, semi-proud of myself for keeping my composure.

“And if I told you that I changed my mind?” This time I turn to face him. He truly is magnificent to look at, but just as frightening. There’s an emptiness behind his eyes that I haven’t been able to see into.

“I would say why?”

He keeps his eyes on me, pinning me with the same stare he gave me this morning when he said he didn’t sleep with Val.

His tongue sneaks out and slips over his bottom lip. “Is it not obvious?” The corner of his mouth slants up slightly, before his eyes drag up and down my body.

“Right, and what are your terms?” I’m not dumb. I know that someone like King doesn’t do exclusive. “And what if I’ve changed my mind?”

He chuckles, shifting and leaning up onto his elbows. He searches my eyes, only closer this time. He’s every bit intimidating, and even more so up close. Now he’s close enough to bite. “I’d say you’re a fucking liar.”

“Maybe,” I whisper, my eyes on his bottom lip. “But I’m also stubborn.”

He smirks this time, and on all things holy, it almost knocks the wind right out of me. Someone so sinfully beautiful should never wear the devil’s smile.

The door slams from behind us, and Killian walks out. “We’re fucking leaving. I’m not watching my mom fuck any of them.”

King rolls his eyes and stands. “Where are Keaton and Kyrin?”

Killian glares at King. “Where do you think?”

“Fucking your mom.” King shakes his head. “Meet you in the car.”

Killian storms off, and I watch as the valet driver quickly grabs the keys from beneath the stand and scurries off.

“Killian!” I yell out, jogging to catch up to him. “What do you mean your mom is getting fucked?”

Killian doesn’t stop. He continues walking until the valet parks the SUV up against the curb. I thank him because Killian clearly isn’t going to, and I jump into the passenger seat, turning to face him. His head is turned out the window, his features marred with anger.

“Kill?” I question.

“What, Dove?” he snaps, glaring right at me. “Why do you fucking care so much?”

“Because I just do. It’s what the fuck I do!” I snap back.

“Well, you shouldn’t.” His eyes glass over, and suddenly, I don’t feel as though I’m having a conversation with Killian. I’m having a conversation with the shell of him.

“Why?” I ask, reaching for his leg. “You’ve always been the nicest one to me.”

He scoffs, and then leans forward, until his lips are brushing against mine. “If you knew half of the shit that we have done, not just to others, but to you, you wouldn’t be so nice. Nor would you be bouncing on King’s dick either.” He sits back, as though he didn’t just raze me with his words.

“What do you mean?” I ask, tapping his leg. “Killian!”

He ignores me now, keeping his eyes outside. “Nothing, Little Bird. I’m just playing.”

I twist back in my seat and sigh, leaning my head against the headrest. The car fills with the scent of marijuana, and I turn slightly to see Killian smoking a joint. I smile weakly at him, before the front door slamming cuts me off.

Keaton and Kyrin are laughing, throwing their shirts over their head as King is scolding them from behind. I never did find out what Killian meant about them fucking his mom. He can’t be serious.

They all climb back into the car, Kyrin sliding in next to Killian. “Oh, come on. You know she can’t have King, so she goes for us. You could have mine, but she’s, ya know, old and shit.”

Killian flips Kyrin off. “Why can’t you keep your dick out of her for three seconds?”

Keaton slams the door closed. “In my defense, I think she used her juju on me.”

Kyrin laughs again, and my eyes catch King, who shakes his head and pulls out of the driveway as he drives us back to the tent.

I almost forgot all about Midnight Mayhem because tonight was so bizarre.





The Texas show goes smoothly, and I dance my set perfectly. I did more ballet movements with my solo acts, but when I finally recruit my new members, I will have that scene be fresh and raunchy—purely for entertainment. Delila agreed to fly me out to the boat next week, which works perfectly because, right now, we’ve just got into New Orleans for our month break. I didn’t ask why here, but I have a feeling that maybe New Orleans is where one of The Brother’s family is. Or maybe they just prefer it here.

King has been cryptic since that night, and aside from always having a hand or something on me when we’re in public, he’s not been around me much, which has been ideal, because I wanted to be able to think about what he was offering. Which is something I still don’t know.

“Dove!” King swipes open the curtain of my room, just as I’m reaching for my clothes. I’m standing in my bra and panties and nothing else.