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She screws her face up. “What do you mean behave itself?”
“A friend needs some help. I’m doing it for her, and I’m not explaining anything more than that.” I look over at Jonny’s place again, then back at her.
“You’re going into there to fight?”
“Probably.”
“About a woman?”
“Kinda.”
“Right.” She puts her helmet on the tank and leans her ass on it. “Well, I’ll be waiting right here, then. Make it quick. I was enjoying my night.” My lips tip up a little at her attitude, as if all this is nothing and it’s just life for her. I guess, coming from her family, it probably is.
I start moving. “And Kai?” I look back and see her clock her watch for the time. “Don’t die. I don’t fancy calling my brothers and explaining this. Fifteen minutes, yeah?”
Nodding, I hurry over the road and quietly make my way to the back door. It clicks open softly, because dicks like Jonny Ramirez think they’re untouchable. They’re not, and it only takes about a minute’s worth of sweeping and listening to realise exactly where he is and what he’s doing.
Groans and moans are coming from the back bedroom, so I use the surprise to my advantage and head straight for the room. Some woman screams the second I boot the door in, and Jonny’s naked ass is the first thing I see in front of me. I’m dragging his leg back to me before he knows what’s going on, hauling it so I can get as many hits as I can to his face when he turns.
After the fourth one pounded in, he flakes backwards against the wall, so I sweep his shaking legs out of the way. The woman screams again, and I make the damn mistake of looking over at her. Something hits my ankle full tilt, and all of a sudden, I’m on the floor with a naked Jonny going hell for leather on my ribs and chest. The stab wound rips open again, and an uppercut hits my jaw. Both seem to rile me well past sense because there’s no coming back from me feeling pain.
Everything dulls around me other than focusing on him. I reach out and push sideways, sending his balance off and making him land on the bed. And then it all comes out of me. My fists hammer, my muscles wake all the way up, and by the time I start hearing the screaming again, Jonny’s face is covered with blood.
“KAI!”The fuck was that?
I keep squeezing a neck and hitting, but hands are all over my shoulders, tugging and pulling. I let go of Jonny and turn on them, rage at max level and not giving one fuck who else is asking for some. Mariana instantly backs up off me, her hands spread wide and her eyes boring into mine. “You’re done now!” she spits. “Done, you hear me?” Her eyes move sideways away from me. “And shut the hell up with your screaming, you stupid bitch. Enough!” All sound stops.
I pant and snatch a look back at Jonny, watching as he tries clambering off the bed and falls to the floor. “Kai? We’re done,” Mariana says, quieter this time. “We need to go.” My head swings between her and Jonny, as he keeps spitting up blood. Done? I’m not fucking done. “Listen to me. Calm down. Your fifteen minutes is over.” She reaches a hand for my arm and rubs it slowly to try pulling me away. “Come on. Let's go.”
Huffing, I pull my leg off the bed and take a step back, eyes trained on a bleeding Jonny in case he finds a gun. His pain should go on longer, be felt more, so that thought can’t even enter his head. “You will get me the hell out of here!” Mariana shouts.
Something about that makes some kinda sense return, because why the hell is she even in here? I told her to wait outside. Or go if she needed to.
“Leave Ash the fuck alone,” I mutter, moving towards Jonny and pulling Mariana in behind me. “You go near her, or her place again, and we’ll be heading for hell together. You listening?” He spits up some blood and tries wiping it off his face, collapsing back on the floor again. “One last chance, Jonny. One. Don’t fuck it up.”
Asshole can't even speak, as her hands tug on my shirt again. I end up backing out of the room with her guiding me through the place, and it isn’t until we’re outside that I finally think about turning around. Even then I’m using my whole body to cover her across the road to the bike. She doesn’t speak, nor does she try doing anything other than what my body is telling her to do. Good job, too, because I've just about realised how dumb she was coming in for me.
She gets on behind me and clings on like she has done all night as we pull out of the street. Nothing makes any real sense for a while as we ride. Never damn well does when I lose my shit and start fighting, but there’s no denying I’m eventually soothed back to sane again by her hands all over me. They rub and ease me down quietly, and, as far as I’m concerned at the moment, that’s something I feel like carrying on with for a while longer.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MARIANA
Well, shit.
I keep my hands on Kai as they seem to be the only thing to calm him – or bring him back to some form of calm. He just keeps driving us, weaving up and down streets, and I let him.
My mind drifts back to the scene I walked in on, the anger and rage Kai was pummelling down on that guy. And the blood. Not as much as with Mother. But then, the guy was still alive when we left.
The pang of guilt spears through my chest as I try to shut off the memory of her lying on the kitchen floor. I’ve been running from that ever since, and perhaps I still am, running right into Kai.
Of all the boys in all the bars, I meet the one that looks like he could give my brothers a run for their money. I play out the scenario in my mind but shut that down, too, as he finally pulls up to the front of a high-rise hotel. Not a bad looking one, either, especially given the bar we met in.
He kills the engine but doesn’t get off the bike. It’s too late to drive home, and, despite the appeal of just leaving everything behind and driving off into the sunset, I don’t actually want to deal with sleeping on the ground.
I let go of Kai to swing my leg off the bike and ignore the ache of my thighs and ass from my first ride. After pulling my helmet off, I look him over, and I’m pleased that he looks more like the Kai I’ve come to recognise rather than the lunatic he turned into back there. “I’ll go and get us a room,” I say quietly as I look down at his hands. The red cuts and scrapes over his knuckles are raw, and the swipe of blood smeared over his forehead adds to a vicious aura. “Go and wash up.”
He nods, and we walk in together.
