CaliI kept myself together the entire time I was in the same small cramped room as Truth. I wasn’t sure how I had done it, but somehow I did.“Cali?” Layla’s voice was startled as I crashed through the front door. My legs buckled before I even had time to shut it, and I crumbled to the floor in a heap. Sobbing uncontrollably.“Cali.” My best friend in the world was there in a second. Kneeling beside me, she pulled my head into her dressing gowned breast. “Cali, what is it?”I couldn’t speak, I could barely breathe. All I could do was sob. Great wracking sobs that made my chest hurt and my throat sore. “Cali, come on babes. Talk to me.” Gently she pulled me to my feet, and I let myself be lifted. Just like I let myself be lead over to the sofa. Loosing one of my heels as I went. “What’s happened?” Layla’s hands went back around my shoulders.“Truth.” His name ripped out of my mouth. It was the only thing I could say.Layla’s eyes blazed. “Did he hurt you?” She looked around like he w
TruthI shot a glance towards my brother as we both rested on our bikes outside the apartment, Cali shared with her roommate.Ruin had run some checks. She lived with a woman called Layla. A friend from university. No criminal record. Not that really mattered to me. I wasn’t that much of a hypocrite. But I had wanted some checks done on her. Boyfriends and such. Mainly I just wanted to know what kind of men were about Cali. Jealousy?Most definitely.He raised his chin. “That her?”I glanced down at the information Ruin had sent over. Namely, the make and model of the car, the roommate drove. “Yeah.” Slowly I moved away from my bike, standing in the middle of the pavement. I knew the moment Layla saw me. Her eyes flicked for a second between Wicked and me as he stood next to the bikes and widened into saucers. Our eyes met as her shoulders straightened. I knew that look she was gearing herself up for battle. And I was the enemy. “Can I help you?” Her voice was clear as she slippe
Cali“Are you sure this is going to be ok?” I couldn’t help but be nervous. Gemma’s tiny apartment was like a safety blanket. I didn’t want to leave behind. Going outside was risky. She might have said everyone was fine with me now, but that didn’t make it true. Gem wasn’t club. I doubted she had insider information. “Cali, you have been cooped up for two days. People are starting to notice that I have been coming home straight from work.” She gave me a pointed look, and I couldn’t help it, I giggled.“You are such a party animal.” I rolled my eyes. “You knows it.” Her laughter joined mine, but she sobered almost instantly. “Seriously Cali, you need fresh air. We could take a walk. Maybe go and get coffee or “ her eyes found mine. “Maybe we could go to Cooks?”“No.” That was the last place I wanted to go to. I was more likely to run into Truth there then anyway else. What a walking talking contradiction. I had come here to talk to him, but now I was here. I was petrified. “Not Cook
Truth Chelsea was a pain in the ass. But we had a job to do. Fender wanted her at Cooks, where everyone was waiting to celebrate her birthday with her. He wanted to buy her, her first legal drink, which was funny all by itself. Everyone knew Chelsea had started drinking way before she was eighteen. Most of us had got her out of more scrapes than I could remember. Fender would call her a wild child with a proud look on his face. I would call her a pain in the ass. And she was still a pain in the ass when we pulled up in front of Cooks. Wicked got off his bike first, his face grim. Not that I could blame him. I would have a face like that as well if I had just had her at my back for hours. “I want to go home.” She whined as she climbed off the bike. “Fender wants you here.”“I don’t care, do you always do what my dad wants?” She pursed her lips. A stubborn look on her face. “Yep.” I didn’t even think about it. I upended her over my shoulder. Ignoring her pathetic whines to let her
Cali“My stuff.” I couldn’t help it. My feet took me to the pink wig still sat on Truths bedside table. The wig I had thought I would never see again. I had assumed he would have thrown it out. But then again I had thought a lot of things. I had never expected to see Truth again, let alone be in his bedroom with him looking at me the way he was. Like I was some sort of wild animal that he was afraid of scaring away. “You kept my stuff?”He gave a sort of half shrug, his shoulders moving up and down. It was a nervous gesture. His eyes never left me, though as I ran my hand through the silky strands.“I was kind of hoping you would be back.” He leant back, his weight on his arms on the bed as he stared at me. There were so many questions in his eyes. All of them unspoken. In the weeks I had known him, Truth had never lied to me. As far as I was aware anyway but there had been a lot he hadn’t said. I had thought our relationship was just two people letting off steam, hell I had lied ab
Wicked.She kept looking at me from beneath her lashes whenever she thought I wasn’t paying any attention. And Jesus, I tried not to pay her any attention, but my eyes found her wherever she went, and I couldn’t keep them off of her. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything, and they WOULD have something to say if they did. Especially Fender and Ruin. She was out of bounds.The club fucking Princess, daughter of the Black Aces President. Hell, she was Ruins baby sister. My best friends kid sister.No woman in the entire world was as out of bounds as she was.Chelsea.But I still couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. The lithe form hugged by that sinfully tight dress as she moved around Cooks. The way her breasts shook as she laughed and flirted her way around the room. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my damn mind since me and my younger brother had picked her up from school. And she had cupped my cock through my jeans the entire ride back. Her breath hot against my neck as she
Chelsea Inviting Bennet here was a mistake. I knew it as soon as he had pulled up in his shiny white convertible with his sister applying lipgloss in the front seat. Neither of them belonged here, in a place like Cooks, but I had been glad they had come. At least in the beginning. I had been hooking up with Bennet on and off for a few months. It was nothing serious, and that suited me just fine. I had known him for years, ever since I had become friends with his sister Blair. Who was also here.Somewhere.I let my eyes travel around the crowded room, but I couldn't see her anywhere. I could see Wicked, though. Sat with his regular group. With Cooks long time bartender firmly on his lap. He was nibbling on her bare shoulder as she made all the right noises with her eyes closed.Jesus, I hated seeing him with another woman. I always had. My brothers best friend had been my girl crush for as long as I could remember. But he had never looked at me. Not as a woman anyway. To Wicked, I
WickedFuck. I had closed the space between us without even thinking. My hand closing around her hair and dragging her head back. I knew it was wrong, but I didn't let her go. I stepped closer into her space, and her small breasts pushed against my chest. Her nipples had pebbled up under the thin material of her dress, and my eyes darted downward. What the fuck was I doing?I should not be manhandling my best friends sister whilst imagining licking at her nipples. And I most definitely should not be walking her backwards into the ladies room. It didn’t matter that she went without complaint. Her pretty eyes hooded and sultry as she looked up at me. It didn’t fucking matter that she wanted me. Because it was wrong. I just couldn’t help myself.“I am well aware that I’m not your brother Chelsea.” My voice was nothing but a ragged whisper, but her eyes widened. For a second, she looked surprised. It puzzled me, that look. Surely she knew what she was fucking doing to me? “Wicked…”