"You have no idea." He whispers.
I ignore that, because I have no clue how to deal with that statement. "What do I do if he tries to talk to me?"
His shoulders stiffen so I continue before he becomes all alphahole again. "Obviously, I'm never going to try and hook up with him again, so don't get your panties twisted. However, I don't want to be mean. What do I say to him? Let me remind you, that crazy or not, he has done nothing wrong."
"You say, walk away, Bruh. My boyfriends are fucked up in the head, and they will kill you." Thankfully, we're at a stoplight, because his gaze never wavers. The sincerity there sends a shiver down my spine.
He can't mean that, can he? That would make him crazy as the murderers he questions during his shifts at Wonderland.
No, Kai's not like that. He wouldn't. No, I refuse to believe thateven for one second. Kick his ass, a million times yes, kill him, no, he wouldn’t. But maybe I’m wrong?
“I do have something else to tell you before Declan can, but I’m not saying anything until we’re with Gunner, because you’re being weird.” I stare him down until he’s the first to turn away.
“You realize Gunner is crazier than I am, right?”
“No, I don’t realize that, and quite frankly I think that’s bullshit.”
He chuckles. “Okay, keep telling yourself that.”
TWENTY-THREE
Finally, She's Home
All of the pieces are finally coming together, and once Gunner claims her, it will be the start towards the future we’ve planned with her.
-Kai Donovan
I gripthe steering wheel tighter and concentrate on doing exercises that keep the rage below the surface.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Now repeat.
Now don't think about what’s pissing you off.
Which is easier said than done because I hate that guy with a fucking passion, and I bet he has a pencil dick.
My knuckles are bruised, and one is a mishap away from needing a stitch. That blonde fucker has a hard head.
That adrenaline you get after a good fuck and fight is running through my veins. It feels good.
My brain does everything other than what it’s supposed to do, I'm under no illusions that Leo's learned his lesson. His ego’s too big, and he won't be able to handle the loss.
My resolve is the same, we will have to kill him. No one will ever be able to touch her again but us. Deep down in my gut, I know he’s going to be a problem.
I’m also pissed at Gunner, because he’s underestimated Presley Kate at every turn. If he wouldn’t have been adamant that we should wait to make her ours, then we wouldn’t be in this position now. He’ll have to be the one to make that up to her.
She knows me better than she knows him, because he’s hidden more parts of himself from her. I’ve only hidden one. We can’t give her only pieces of ourselves, she deserves every part.
My brother and I aren’t twins, but for all intents and purposes we could pass as one. Since we were young, we’ve known that we were similar in more than just looks. Our inner demons have always been the same, we need blood shed like we need our heartbeats.
Minus our extracurriculars, we couldn't be any more different. My brother is broody, and can be self loathing. He’s an overachiever with an IQ close to that of Einstein, and he excels at anything he puts his mind to.
I’ve got a 4.0, but I hate school with a passion. Having an aversion to anything academic-related hasn't stopped me from following in my family's footsteps though.
I'll graduate next year with my degree in Psychology. My specialty is analyzing human behavior, which is a fascinating subject to me.
What makes people tick? What makes a killer? It's those and other complex questions that keep me up at night. Studies show that two individuals can grow up in the same household, and turn out to be drastically different creatures.
