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None of this made sense and I needed answers. With shaky hands, I typed a text to my cousin, letting her know I was heading home. I relaxed when a text immediately came through.

Nee: You good?

Me: Yes, had fun, need to go pray about it. What about you?

Nee: About to have fun, pray for me too because I’m damn sure going to sin.

Me: Share your ride with me when you leave so I know you’re safe. About to share mine now. Love you Thank you for tonight. It was interesting.

Nee: See, you have to trust me when I say I got you. Love you more. I’ll call you tomorrow

Chapter

Four

Two hours in and my body was still blazing. My veins were glowing and my eyes still contained their orange hue thanks to the massive multi-unit complex fire we’d worked late last night. The need to burn this energy had me hitting the heavy bag at the station to get this out of my system before it was time to head home. My shift rotation was currently forty-eight, ninety-six. Work two, off four. I had the next four days to relax.

That shit wasn’t happening though. I was going on the hunt for the woman who’d run from me.

Left, left, right.

Hook, jab, uppercut.

I moved through the sequence with a trained focus, blocking out everything around me until my arms and back were burning from the intensity of my movements.

“Stop starving yourself and you could work that off faster.” I caught sight of our shift captain in the corner of my eye. Jaxten walked up beside me, arms folded, peering at me with a smirk.

“I feed,” I muttered, moving through the sequence a few more times, hearing my brother speak up from across the room.

“That bag shit doesn’t count, Ky,” my baby brother said from across the room.

“Shouldn’t be a problem. His ass been on the prowl for the past week and a half, searching for ol’ girl who dipped on him.” Hale’s tone was too smug so I shot him a glare.

Shut the fuck up.

Nah, they need to know you whipped by some pussy you didn’t even sample.

I grunted through my last contact with the heavy bag and dropped my arms at my sides, chest heaving.

Wait, so you been up there damn near every chance you get and ain’t touching nothing? Gade questioned, joining our conversation.

Ain’t touched a damn thing but his own dick while fantasizing about a woman who don’t want shit to do with him.

“Y’all gonna let us in on this or not?” Noab stated, lifting the bar and weights he was benching back to the rack above his head. He sat up, glancing between me and my brothers.

“He was at the club about a week ago and fed off someone but she dipped on him before he could do anything with her.”

“Damn, what the fuck did you do?” Noab asked amusedly.

“I didn’t do shit. You know how that goes. They’re either all in and begging or overwhelmed and running.”

“Not with me. I only get one reaction. Fuck me please, with your fine sexy ass,” Gade said, emulating a woman’s voice… terribly I might add.

“Nah, he’s right. It could go either way for real. I mean I’ve never had one dip like that but I heard it’s possible.” Noab lifted one shoulder in a shrug, grinning arrogantly.

“That happen to you a lot?” Captain said with a smirk, deciding it was fuck with Kyron day like the rest of them.

“Never.” I glared at them and lifted my hands, removing my sparring gloves.