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“I don’t give a crap about Angelo, if that’s what you’re thinking. I wouldn’t shed one tear for the man if you were to kill him. But I am worried about you. He’s powerful and has a lot of friends in high places,” I try to explain.
Ky sits down across from me. Leaning forward, he takes my hands in his, and that well known tingly sensation whenever he touches me starts up again.
“I’m well aware of who your stepbrother is. But you need to understand, I have my own ace up my sleeve, and I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you, Willow, and Finn safe.”
I glance down, the guilt over not telling him about Willow all these years was overwhelming. But I couldn’t get away from Angelo since he was watching my every move. When next I look up, he furrows his brow in a deep frown.
“But who’s going to keep you safe?” I demand.
“I can look after myself, sweetness. And besides, I have all of my brothers at my back.”
Determined not to lose my nerve, I speak up and finally voice the question I've been avoiding.
“What about Mariah? What about when she comes back from wherever she’s gone and demands her position back in your life? What happens to Willow and I then?” He was crazy if he thought I was going to move into a house where he expected me to be second to his girlfriend.
The woman responsible for my kidnapping.
Understanding dawns on his handsome face, and his full lips split open in a blinding smile that makes my heart pound inside my chest.
Stop it, Sera. You can’t think like that.
Ky stands, his arms crossed over his broad chest, looking down at me.
“Do you really think after everything that bitch has done to me and to you, I’d keep her around?” he demands, and I can tell he’s fighting to keep his anger in check, since the kids are upstairs and could probably hear everything that was said.
I frown, hissing through my teeth, “I don’t know what you’ve got with her. That’s the problem. She spent months with you, in your life and your bed, and I was relegated to a virtual stranger. Maybe you were just keeping me in the wings until Mariah did something you could kick her out for. And then just let me slide into her place.”
I gasp, closing my mouth, horrified that I’d actually say that to him. He chuckles, but it’s without an ounce of humor.
“Tell me how you really feel,” he grinds out, grabbing his cut before heading toward the door.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” I call out, hoping to stop him, my voice full of remorse. But he continues on toward the door, only looking more determined to get away from me. “Where are you going?” I demand.
Without answering, he slams the door shut behind him, and I can hear his motorcycle start up before he peels out of the driveway.
What have I done? Would this be considered our first official fight? Are we even a couple? Since he only addressed me as his friend to his son.
Sitting on the couch for what feels like hours, but must’ve only been minutes later, a knock sounds at the front door. Taking a deep breath, I slowly shuffle to the door, holding onto my ribs.
Opening the door without checking the peephole first, I come face to face with the man who has become my closest confidant besides Zoe as tears of frustration pool in my eyes, making it hard to see clearly. On a whimper, I throw my arms around his neck, burrowing my face in his neck as I sniffle and cry.
“Sera, what the fuck happened?” Ink asks me, before guiding me inside the room and shutting the door.
I shake my head. “It was all me. I said something stupid, and Ky took off. I don’t know where he’s gone.”
Ink looks down at me knowingly. “He does that when he’s pissed. He’ll be back.” He assures me. But I have a feeling I’ve stepped in it too deep this time.
“Where have you been these last few weeks? I thought we were friends?” I accuse.
Looking decidedly guilty, he can’t seem to look me in the eye.
“You and Ky needed some alone time without me interfering. It’s not healthy for me to always be hanging around. Ky and I were constantly at each other's throats, ready to kill each other at any moment these last few months when he thought that you and I were seeing each other. I needed to get our relationship back on track. If I didn’t, being at the club would’ve been untenable.”
Shaking my head, just add another tick to the list of things to feel guilty over.
I wish I was strong enough to pack up Willow and leave. But I can’t; for one, where would we go? My house has burned down, there’s nothing left. And it’s still dangerous out there for us since Angelo has yet to be caught. And for another, the thought of leaving Ky is something I can’t bring myself to even consider.
Willow and I have a roof over our heads, we’re safe and protected. I have a job I love. A man that I hope in time will learn to love me. Why would I leave? I wouldn’t give Angelo the satisfaction of knowing he scares me.