A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(79)

Kat’s head snapped up. “What?” she asked incredulously. “Why would— Who?”

“Carter,” Beth answered. “Did Carter hurt you? That’s who you’re talking about, right?”

The tears Kat had tried like hell to keep back dropped down her face. Her face scrunched up with despair and a sob broke from her throat.

“Oh God.” Beth pulled Kat into her side. “I knew it. Shhh, it’s okay. If he hurt you, we can send his ass back to Kill. Adam and Austin can—”

“No, Beth!” Kat sobbed. “I f*cked up. Me.” Beth stayed quiet. “He didn’t hurt me. He would never hurt me.”


Kat didn’t know why, but she’d always known Carter would never do anything to cause her physical pain. She felt safe with him, even when he’d thrown a table across her classroom. There was something in his eyes, something in the way he moved around her, that made Kat feel secure and impervious to any danger.

She knew—deep in her soul—that he would protect her if she needed him to.

“Kat, what the hell happened?”

Kat sniffed. “He kissed me. And I kissed him back.”





16


“Well, shave my ass and call me Priscilla! It’s a motherf*cking Kill reunion up in here!”

Riley’s booming bass voice smacked Carter and Jack around the head like a baseball bat before his mammoth body launched from Carter’s apartment doorway at the two of them and pulled them into a death squeeze.

“Oh, I’m so happy,” Riley chimed sarcastically as Carter grumbled and pushed his oafish ass away.

“Dammit, dude,” he said, stretching his back out of the concertina Riley had made of it. “Calm the hell down.”

Riley smirked. “I see freedom hasn’t chilled your uptight ass out any. I, on the other hand, have been free for forty-eight hours and everything is awesome!” He turned to Jack before Carter could respond. “How’s it hanging, J?”

Jack chuckled and straightened his jacket. “I’m hanging fine, Riley. Good to see you. I’ll see you on Thursday for our meeting.” He slipped past him and waved. “We’ll talk soon, Wesley.”

Carter nodded and closed the door behind him while Riley sauntered into the apartment and looked around the place like a prospective buyer or some shit. Carter sighed.

“What can I do for you, Moore?”

Riley patted his enormous chest with his palms and smiled. “You got any beer? I’m about parched.”

With two beers in hand, Riley dropped himself onto the couch while Carter fiddled with his cell phone, feeling disgruntled. It’d been two days since the kiss in Central Park, and he still hadn’t heard from Peaches. Not that he’d expected to, but it didn’t stop him from being fidgety as all hell. He had no idea what he was going to say to her when they met for their session.

“Am I keeping you from something?” Riley asked nonchalantly, sipping his beer.

Carter shook his head, threw his cell to the side, and lit a cigarette. “So how’s it feel being out? Forty-eight hours? I’m surprised I’ve not seen your ass sooner.”

Riley smiled. “You know me, Carter: places to see, people to do.”

Carter laughed and raised his eyebrows in agreement.

“Not that you’re not important to me or anything,” Riley added with a wry wink. “But I had to get some shit organized.”

Carter paused. “You getting involved with hot parts again?”