Until July
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I nod then move and sit down next to her so I can wrap my arm around her shoulders. It takes less than five minutes for the loud sound of pipes to vibrate my house. I don’t know how many guys are coming, but judging from the sound, it’s way more than a couple.
“Be right back,” Wes mutters, heading out the door only to come back a few minutes later with Z.
“Fuck no,” Z growls as soon as he sees Kayan. His jaw starts ticking and his hands at his sides lift to cross over his chest like he’s trying to control himself.
“Are you going to be okay talking in front of them?” I ask her, and she nods, taking my hand in hers.
“I went out with Eric to get some food,” she says, and a growl fills the room and my head flies up to look at Z with a glare.
“Can you control yourself?” I snap, and he lifts his chin, making me roll my eyes.
“So you went out with Eric, and then what happened?”
“Um.” She shakes her head and pulls her eyes from Z to look at me. “He dropped me home and when I got inside my apartment, I was shoved into the door and someone grabbed me around the throat. They told me I needed to give you a warning.”
“What?” I whisper, squeezing her hand tighter as fear creeps down my spine.
“They said if we don’t stop sticking our noses where they don’t belong, we will find out what happens to nosey little girls.”
I look at Wes and his gaze travels from Z’s to mine.
“What did they look like?” Z questions.
“All I saw was a tattoo of a spider on his forehead. Really, I was too scared to pay much attention,” she says, and more tears fill her eyes.
“It’s going to be okay,” I assure her and look towards the front door as Z leaves, slamming the door behind him.
“Baby,” Wes calls, and my eyes go to him. “Go get her cleaned up. I’m heading out with the boys. Harlen and Everret will be outside.”
“Okay,” I agree, and he bends double, wraps his hand around the back of my neck, and pulls me up, kissing me quickly, and then is gone before I realize it.
“So I’m guessing I don’t need a new calendar?” Kayan asks, and I look at her and can’t help but smile. “What a difference a few days makes.” She laughs.
“You’re hilarious.” I roll my eyes. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before Z comes back,” I say, knowing that statement will have her mouth slamming shut.
“You know I can’t deal with scary hot,” she whispers, but her eyes cloud over.
“So you’ve said.” I take her hand and lead her towards my room.
Chapter 7
“You’re home,” I whisper, blinking up at Wes. His face goes soft as he gets down on his haunches beside the couch and runs his hand over my head. I look around, seeing his friends are gone, but Kayan is still asleep next to me on the couch.
“You got a TV,” he remarks, and I smile then look around him at my new TV before meeting his eyes again.
“The first thing your friends said when they walked into my house was, ‘Where’s your TV?’” I say, making my voice deeper. “So I asked them to take me to Target to buy one, but they refused, saying something about women and shopping…blaw blaw blaw. So they took us to BestBuy.” I smile and sit up. “Which is funny, ’cause we were at BestBuy for two hours looking at TVs. Did you know they have ‘smart’ TVs?” I question, tilting my head to the side and studying him. When he shakes his head, I continue, “They do, but I refused to buy one when I already own a computer. Why would I need a TV that is a computer?” I take a deep breath and he chuckles, running his fingers down my cheek.
“Were you able to find out anything?” I ask after a moment, and he shakes his head again.
I bite the inside of my cheek and look at my friend. I hate that I had gotten her hurt. “What now?” I ask as he sits on the couch next to me.
“I talked to Jax. Between his boys and mine, we’ll be able to figure this out.” He pulls me closer to him with a hand behind my neck which I notice that he does a lot. “I’m going to stay here with you and your friend until we can get some security in at her place and yours.”
“Ugh, what—?” I whisper.
“That’s not happening. Whoever did this isn’t going to scare me out of my own home. I love you, but I’m not staying here,” Kayan says, cutting in and sitting up from where she had fallen asleep.
“It’s not safe for you to be there alone,” I tell her gently, and she stands up, crossing her arms over her chest.
“They are not scaring me out of my house,” she repeats.
“You’re not staying alone,” Z growls, coming into the house.
“You’re not my dad,” she replies, and my mouth drops open in surprise.
“You’re not staying alone, Kitten,” Z says, leaning forward and getting into her space.
“Fine, I’ll call Eric.” She shrugs.
“Think again,” Z tells her, and I have no idea what’s going on, but I would swear I’m missing something.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she shouts.
“Bet your sweet ass I can!” he shouts back, causing Capone to start barking at them.
“I’m going home,” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration when he continues to glare at her.
“Okay, then I’m staying with you,” Z says, sweeping his hand toward the door.
“What?” She stops, her body freezing, and I swear you could have heard a pin drop.
“I’m staying with you,” he repeats.
“Uhh…” She looks at me like she just realized what she was doing and I smile.
“Maybe I’ll just stay here,” she whispers.
“Nope, walk your sweet ass to your car. I’ll follow you home.”
“Um…” She glances at me and I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I have never seen her act like she did moments ago. Never.
“Fine,” she glares at Z then looks at me, “I’m quitting tomorrow.”
“You were already fired,” I remind her. I’m still upset about that damn cat suit.
“I hate you.” She tells me as she stomps toward the door, past Z, who watches her ass as she leaves.
“Please be nice to her,” I plea, and he gets this strange look on his face, lifts his chin, and then leaves, shutting the door behind him.
“Be right back,” Wes mutters, heading out the door only to come back a few minutes later with Z.
“Fuck no,” Z growls as soon as he sees Kayan. His jaw starts ticking and his hands at his sides lift to cross over his chest like he’s trying to control himself.
“Are you going to be okay talking in front of them?” I ask her, and she nods, taking my hand in hers.
“I went out with Eric to get some food,” she says, and a growl fills the room and my head flies up to look at Z with a glare.
“Can you control yourself?” I snap, and he lifts his chin, making me roll my eyes.
“So you went out with Eric, and then what happened?”
“Um.” She shakes her head and pulls her eyes from Z to look at me. “He dropped me home and when I got inside my apartment, I was shoved into the door and someone grabbed me around the throat. They told me I needed to give you a warning.”
“What?” I whisper, squeezing her hand tighter as fear creeps down my spine.
“They said if we don’t stop sticking our noses where they don’t belong, we will find out what happens to nosey little girls.”
I look at Wes and his gaze travels from Z’s to mine.
“What did they look like?” Z questions.
“All I saw was a tattoo of a spider on his forehead. Really, I was too scared to pay much attention,” she says, and more tears fill her eyes.
“It’s going to be okay,” I assure her and look towards the front door as Z leaves, slamming the door behind him.
“Baby,” Wes calls, and my eyes go to him. “Go get her cleaned up. I’m heading out with the boys. Harlen and Everret will be outside.”
“Okay,” I agree, and he bends double, wraps his hand around the back of my neck, and pulls me up, kissing me quickly, and then is gone before I realize it.
“So I’m guessing I don’t need a new calendar?” Kayan asks, and I look at her and can’t help but smile. “What a difference a few days makes.” She laughs.
“You’re hilarious.” I roll my eyes. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before Z comes back,” I say, knowing that statement will have her mouth slamming shut.
“You know I can’t deal with scary hot,” she whispers, but her eyes cloud over.
“So you’ve said.” I take her hand and lead her towards my room.
Chapter 7
“You’re home,” I whisper, blinking up at Wes. His face goes soft as he gets down on his haunches beside the couch and runs his hand over my head. I look around, seeing his friends are gone, but Kayan is still asleep next to me on the couch.
“You got a TV,” he remarks, and I smile then look around him at my new TV before meeting his eyes again.
“The first thing your friends said when they walked into my house was, ‘Where’s your TV?’” I say, making my voice deeper. “So I asked them to take me to Target to buy one, but they refused, saying something about women and shopping…blaw blaw blaw. So they took us to BestBuy.” I smile and sit up. “Which is funny, ’cause we were at BestBuy for two hours looking at TVs. Did you know they have ‘smart’ TVs?” I question, tilting my head to the side and studying him. When he shakes his head, I continue, “They do, but I refused to buy one when I already own a computer. Why would I need a TV that is a computer?” I take a deep breath and he chuckles, running his fingers down my cheek.
“Were you able to find out anything?” I ask after a moment, and he shakes his head again.
I bite the inside of my cheek and look at my friend. I hate that I had gotten her hurt. “What now?” I ask as he sits on the couch next to me.
“I talked to Jax. Between his boys and mine, we’ll be able to figure this out.” He pulls me closer to him with a hand behind my neck which I notice that he does a lot. “I’m going to stay here with you and your friend until we can get some security in at her place and yours.”
“Ugh, what—?” I whisper.
“That’s not happening. Whoever did this isn’t going to scare me out of my own home. I love you, but I’m not staying here,” Kayan says, cutting in and sitting up from where she had fallen asleep.
“It’s not safe for you to be there alone,” I tell her gently, and she stands up, crossing her arms over her chest.
“They are not scaring me out of my house,” she repeats.
“You’re not staying alone,” Z growls, coming into the house.
“You’re not my dad,” she replies, and my mouth drops open in surprise.
“You’re not staying alone, Kitten,” Z says, leaning forward and getting into her space.
“Fine, I’ll call Eric.” She shrugs.
“Think again,” Z tells her, and I have no idea what’s going on, but I would swear I’m missing something.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” she shouts.
“Bet your sweet ass I can!” he shouts back, causing Capone to start barking at them.
“I’m going home,” she cries, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration when he continues to glare at her.
“Okay, then I’m staying with you,” Z says, sweeping his hand toward the door.
“What?” She stops, her body freezing, and I swear you could have heard a pin drop.
“I’m staying with you,” he repeats.
“Uhh…” She looks at me like she just realized what she was doing and I smile.
“Maybe I’ll just stay here,” she whispers.
“Nope, walk your sweet ass to your car. I’ll follow you home.”
“Um…” She glances at me and I press my lips together to keep from laughing. I have never seen her act like she did moments ago. Never.
“Fine,” she glares at Z then looks at me, “I’m quitting tomorrow.”
“You were already fired,” I remind her. I’m still upset about that damn cat suit.
“I hate you.” She tells me as she stomps toward the door, past Z, who watches her ass as she leaves.
“Please be nice to her,” I plea, and he gets this strange look on his face, lifts his chin, and then leaves, shutting the door behind him.
