In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(82)

I shove him. “Fuck you.” I turn back around to either get another drink or go to the bathroom, but his arm hooks around my stomach, twisting me back into his grip. His fingers wrap around my chin, tilting my face up to his. His eyes glare through me, hitting every single empty corner of my deranged soul and filling it with his presence. “I go for two days and you’re already trying to fuck around.”

“I don’t have to try, King!” I yell, and I’m well aware that my hands are doing that thing when they’re flying around everywhere. “I can if I want.”

His eyes lift over my shoulder and I turn to follow them, landing on Killian, Kyrin, and Keaton.

I chuckle. “Well, of course.”

His finger hooks into my underwear through my dress and he pulls me back into him, my back crashing against his chest. His lips come to the crook of my neck, sending butterflies and chills all over my flesh. “I’m not playin’ this game, baby. You know who the fuck I am now. Don’t fucking test me.”

I bite down on my lower lip for self-restraint before spinning around to face him. “I’ll talk to you.”

“The fuck. You’ll do more than that!” He catches me around my waist and pulls me into him, pressing two fingers into his mouth and blowing out a whistle to gain attention from the rest of the boys who came with him. I don’t ignore the way everyone stares as we walk out the club. The girls drooling and the guys trembling in fear.

When we hit outside, King nods his head at one of the bouncers. “Later, boss man.”

A limo pulls up to the curb and King swings the door open. When I don’t budge, he glares at me through hooded eyes. Is he half drunk? “Get in the fuckin’ car, P, before I throw you in there.”

I roll my eyes as chuckles sound out behind us. Sliding in, I lean over the console and grab the champagne straight away. Popping off the bottle, I take a swig as everyone else piles in.

“Jeez, King. She can’t go to the club?” Maya blazes a joint, knocking on the window that separates us from the driver.

King doesn’t say anything, his thigh pressing against mine.

I remain silent, drinking my champagne.

The window rolls down and Maya requests a song.

“You disappear for two days, and then come back and drag me out of a club?” I ask when it begins to be too much.

“Yeah, so?” King answers, brushing me off like I mean nothing. He pulls out his phone and starts flicking through his contacts.

“King!” I yell, clicking my fingers in front of his face.

He ignores me, his eyes staying on his phone.

“Why!” I hit the phone out of his hands, and it goes flying across the car. Everyone quietens.

King looks right at me this time. “Oh, wait, you think this is because I’m pulling some jealous boyfriend act?” He laughs, and then looks at Killian. Just when I think he’s going to continue, he shakes his head and leans back in his chair. “I can assure you, P, that’s not what this is. You can fuck whoever you want.”

“Really?” I say in my drunk state. I call bullshit on his bullshit. Lucky for us, the drive isn’t that far away. My eyes drift over all of who is in the car. Obviously, Keaton is out. Incest isn’t really my thing, but Kyrin I know for a fact would be down. Killian has loyalties that are probably stronger than his sexual urges.

My eyes lock onto Kyrin.

His narrow.

I smirk.

He chuckles, shaking his head and leaning back in his chair. “Oh boy. Well, all right then, Little Bird.” His eyes come to mine, his tongue coming out to whip against his lip. “Come use my cock.”

I shake off my seat, leaning forward to flash my ass directly in front of King. I don’t know why I’m playing with him right now because I’m still mad. Mad at him, and The Brothers, and everything.

King’s hands come to my hips, and he yanks me back into my chair, so hard it could almost pass as domestic fucking abuse. I glare at him, his hands flying to my throat. “You so much as go near his dick, and you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week, and trust me, P, it won’t be from his.”

I whack his hand off my face. I’m too fuming to even realize we have pulled up at the compound. The limo stops and I reach for the handle, flying out of the limo.

“Oh no, you don’t get to fucking run away from this!” King comes up fast, interfering my footsteps until I crash into his chest.

I shove him. “Fuck you!” Tears threaten to spill down my face, but I fight them. I fight my misery with anger, because if I let my sadness roll out, I’ll drown in my tears. “You lied to me, King! You lied, stalked, stole, and lied to me! I feel so fucking betrayed by you! By you, King! Not from anyone else!”

He doesn’t say anything, his shoulders rising and falling as he takes in deep breathes. His square jaw is clammed closed, his eyebrows knitted together. He inhales my sharp words and swallows them, because deep down, he knows he deserves them.

I carry on. “On top of it all, you,” the tears spill down my face and I swipe at them angrily, “you offered me up as a fucking sacrificial lamb! All for fucking what?”

He winces. “You were Dove then.”

“Like that makes it okay!” I yell, my hands doing that thing again. My head thuds from the alcohol.

“You we’re my fucking task, P! This is my life! I didn’t get to walk away from it like you did and have for the past ten or so years! This is what the fuck I do!” He steps forward and I swallow. “You want me to have emotions, baby? To be soft and that same little boy you knew all those years ago?” He tilts his head, leaning down until his lips come over mine. “I will never be that boy. He died when you died.” He licks my bottom lip. “One cannot exist without the other.”