I keep my mouth shut as my brothers, Sol and I flock Cadence and walk her through the dangerous south side streets.
I keep my mouth shut when I see her limping into convenience stores and computer cafes. Into high school gyms, ducking under chain link fences and crawling into graffiti-stained buildings.
I keep my mouth shut when Sol suggests we split up, and I even swallow back my words when he stupidly offers to go with Cadence.
As if I would ever let that happen.
And Cadey, smart girl, shuts him down right away.
Then she says sheâll be better off alone.
A little less smart of her.
We both know that isnât an option.
âYou donât have to come with me,â Cadence mumbles, long legs eating up the sidewalk as she hobbles down the street.
Itâs late.
Late enough that everyone who sees us coming arches a browânot at our facesâbut at the watch on my wrist, the shoes on my feet, and the dollar signs they all amount to.
Weâre keeping to the main road, the one with a working lamppost and a few open bars. Itâs easy to imagine what would happen if we were traipsing through dark alleys at this time of night.
Dark alleys.
Kind of like the one I found Cadence in tonight.
At the memory of her scared and running, my knuckles clench and my body tenses with frustration.
I take it back.
Sheâs definitely not a smart girl.
âI can handle it from here,â Cadence insists. Her words are slow. Her eyes are at half-mast. White teeth sink into her plump bottom lip as she struggles to keep her pain hidden. âIâmââ
âSay âfine.â I tilt my chin up. My voice is deadly cold. Chilly. Threatening. âI dare you.â
Other people would shudder.
Other girls would flinch.
Cadey doesnât.
My tone brings the spark of defiance alive in her. She stops in the middle of the sidewalk and whirls around with a spray of pretty hair and delicate fury.
âI donât care that youâre following me around, but I wonât have you growling at me and making an already terrible situation worse. If youâre going to be like that, just leave me alone.â
I stand, hands in the pockets of my jeans, as she rips the air from my lungs. With just one flash of her brown eyes, Iâm right back under her spell.
Hell.
So much for giving her room.
After taking her virginity and leaving my version of handcuffs on her kitchen table, I figured Cadey would need some space to think.
I gave her about twelve hours.
And itâs all I can damn well give her.
This girl, straight, wind-torn hair all over, a top buttoned to the neck and a flared Redwood Prep skirt at mid-thigh is going to be my obsession for life. The sooner she accepts that, the easier all our lives will be.
I stalk toward her.
She eases back, a hint of apprehension in her gaze. âDutchâ¦â
I lower myself halfway to the ground.
âDonât even thinkâ¦â
One arm closes around her back and the other sweeps her legs out from under her. She squeals in my ears and flails as she loses her balance.
I tuck her into my chest, propping her up against me.
âPut me down!â she yells.
I firm my grip instead.
The way she wiggles is a distraction. Sheâs rubbing her backside all over me and making my blood hot.
I tighten my fingers on her back to keep my thoughts focused. If I start letting the animal in my pants take over, I wonât be able to stay on task.
âWhy was your sister upset tonight?â I growl, my heart beating fast.
I canât help it.
Once Cadey is close to me, my body goes berserk.
Taking a deep breath, I control my thoughts and add, âDid you two fight?â
âNo, we didnât,â she snaps. Then the light in her eyes dims. âItâs complicated.â
I take note of her expression. Itâs my first time seeing Cadence Cooper so defeated.
Even that first day, when she ducked away from my gaze and hid behind her textbook, there was still a spark. There was still a reckless courage.
But now?
Itâs like the fireâs puttering out, on its last dying breath.
My heart tightens harder than my pants did. Sheâs squeezing the freaking life out of my chest. A sign that, whatever is, itâs about more than just sex and revenge.
Seeing her hurting is enough to stop me in my tracks.
Seeing her in pain makes me want to burn the world down.
I pass the beaten-down community center and push the door of a small pharmacy with my shoulder.
A man with dark skin and skittish eyes jumps to his feet. He sees Cadey being held captive in my arms, sees the angry look on my face and his body starts shaking.
âI-I donât want no trouble,â he mumbles in a heavy accent.
I advance anyway.
The door bangs shut behind me.
âWhat are you doing?â Cadey hisses.
I ignore her question and set her on top of the counter.
The shopkeeperâs eyes widen.
Cadence scowls at me, presses one arm down and moves as if sheâll hop off. âI donât have time for this. I need to findââ
âSet one foot on the floor and you wonât like what happens next.â
She freezes, her chest heaving and her eyes burning me to a crisp.
I hold her gaze, letting her know that Iâm good for the threat.
Cadey backs down, but sheâs not happy about it. Anger flushes her cheeks red and emphasizes the delicate line of her jaw.
The shopkeeper makes a sound of annoyance. âHey, man. This isnât a playground. And you canât put her on the counter like thatââ
I stick a hand into my pocket. His mouth snaps shut and he automatically raises both hands in the air.
When I take out a wallet instead of a gun, he sighs in relief.
Thumbing through the bills inside, I slam a stack on the counter.
The money disappears before I can blink and his tone becomes soft and accommodating.
âWould you also like to sit?â He gestures to the counter. âSir?â
âI need medicine and band-aids.â
âComing right up.â The guy flies around the counter.
I drop to a crouch in front of Cadey and grab her thigh.
She kicks at me. âWhat are you doing?â
I firm my grip and carefully wiggle her foot out of the worn shoes with the scuff marks all over it. She hisses and I move even slower, trying my best not to hurt her.
The shoe clops to the ground.
âOof.â The shopkeeper stops behind me with the items I asked for. His nose scrunches. His eyes are locked on Cadeyâs foot. âThat must hurt.â
Fury whips through me at the sight of the blood staining her white socks. I feel the volatile darkness thrumming through my veins, aching to erupt in as violent and loud a manner as possible.
Another deep breath.
Another.
Another.
Cadeyâs voice is soft, sheepish. âIt looks worse than it feels.â
I tilt my head up and pin her with a look so heated that she curls back.
âIâm really okay, Dutch.â Her eyes skitter past me. Down. Up to the ceiling. To the condoms behind the counter. Her entire face turns red and she quickly looks away. âWeâre wasting time here.â
âSheâll need slippers,â I address the shopkeeper in a thin voice. A false calm. Inside, Iâm shaking. âAnd something to drink.â
âYou got it.â He zips away.
I take the antiseptic and break the seal.
âDutch.â
âYouâve been looking for Vi without a plan, and that obviously isnât working.â
I dip a Q-tip into the medicine and scrape it over her wounds.
Cadence tries her best not to flinch. Her teeth got caught in her bottom lip again.
I clean up the blood and blow on her cuts to help with the sting.
âWhat else was I supposed to do?â Her voice warbles. Her fingers dig into the edge of the counter. Running around for hours with this severe of a wound must have really hurt.
I feel the anger surging up again and force myself to keep it locked away.
âWhat were you two arguing about tonight?â
She opens her mouth and I know sheâs going to tell me off, so I speak ahead of her.
âThink about it. It might give us a clue to where she would go.â
Plastic rustles behind me. A moment later, the shopkeeper delivers a package of cheap, plastic flip-flops. He hands Cadence the drink too. She accepts it, and takes a sip.
Iâm glad I donât have to fight her on that.
âWe were talking aboutâ¦â Her throat bobs as she swallows. âIt had something to do with my mom.â
She looks away, but I hear the pain in her voice.
âYour mom? Is it her death anniversary?â
âNo.â
I shift through my mind for something to say. âYou must miss her.â
She glances down at me, seeming almost surprised.
I smooth the band-aid over her cuts. âYou. Your sister. You must miss your mom.â
Cadence hinted that her mother was less than pleasant, but that doesnât mean itâs easy to live without a parent. I donât know what Iâd do without mom. She and my brothers are what keep me sane.
âMiss her? I donât thinkâ¦â Cadenceâs eyes widen and life floods into her expression. âThatâs it.â
âWhatâs it?â
She flings herself off the counter. âDid you bring your car?â
âI did.â
âThen letâs go.â
âBrahms.â
âWhat?â She spins.
I arch a brow and dangle the flip-flops from the tips of my fingers. âAre you going barefoot?â
She hurries back to me and reaches out to take the shoes.
I snap them away, kneel in front of her and slip them on her feet.
There.
âYou folks have a good night.â The shopkeeper grins from ear-to-ear.
I donât respond.
As we make our way to the car, I notice Cadey limping worse than before.
âYou okay?â I ask, slowing my pace to match hers.
âI was fine before.â She flings daggers with her eyes. âAs soon as you made a big deal with the band-aids and medicine, it started hurting.â
I chuckle and consider carrying her again. Then I spot my truck. âYou were hurting the entire time, but adrenaline numbed the pain. Happens when I play guitar too.â The alarm chirps and I open the car door for her. âI get so caught up in the music, my fingers start bleeding. But it doesnât hurt until I stop holding the strings.â I jut my chin. âGet in.â
Cadey ducks inside.
I round the hood, climb in and glance over. âWhere are we going?â
âGwendolyn Park.â
âThe tree sanctuary?â I frown. âYou think Viâs there?â
âI have a feeling.â
Cadey plays with the collar of her shirt. âIf sheâs thereâ¦â
I smirk. âWhatâll be my reward?â
âNo reward.â She shifts in her chair. âBut I never would have thought of that place if not for you.â
âThereâs a âthank youâ somewhere in there.â
âMaybe,â she concedes.
I lean over her.
She sweeps her eyes closed and puckers her lips. Her mouth is the color of strawberries and I want to suck the life out of them.
I tap her nose with my thumb and reach for the seatbelt. âBuckle up, Brahms.â
Her eyes burst open and she flushes. âIâll do it myself.â
âToo late.â I snap the seatbelt into place, pleased.
She thought I was going to kiss her.
She me to kiss her.
And I will.
After weâve found her sister.
I toss her my phone. âCall Finn and let him know where weâre headed.â
âPlease.â
âPlease for what?â I start the car and watch the speedometer needle climb.
She folds her arms over her chest. âIâm not your servant. Iâm not that guy you bribed at the pharmacy.â
âI didnât bribe himââ
âYou asked me for a favor.â Her eyebrows knit. âYou need my help. Even if youâre barking, say please.â
âPlease.â
She huffs, âWas that so hard?â
I force my eyes back to the road because sheâs sexy when sheâs angry.
Sheâs sexy when sheâs happy.
Sheâs plain freaking sexy and it gets on my last damn nerves.
I clear my throat as I listen to her one-sided conversation with Finn. The call doesnât last long. Finn isnât much of a conversationalist.
âThey said theyâll meet us there.â Cadey hands the phone back to me.
I nod.
We donât say much on the way, but I notice her tapping her leg and watching every movement outside her window as we near the sanctuary.
The park is dark with only a couple solar lights planted like rocks in the soil. Thereâs something creepy and other-worldly about the tall, monstrous trees clawing at us with their branches.
âWatch your step,â I tell Brahms, taking her hand as she tries to maneuver the terrain in flip-flops.
An owl hoots nearby.
Toads croak so loudly, itâs like theyâre using microphones.
âYou know where weâre going?â I whisper. Thereâs no one around, but this feels like the sort of place where you donât shout.
âMomâs grave.â
âThis is a graveyard?â
âNot exactly.â Cadence grips my fingers tightly as she shuffles over moss. âMy momâs body was⦠uh⦠cremated. It was her last wish. We couldnât afford a tombstone anyway, so it worked out.â She gestures to a small cluster of trees up ahead. âBut Vi really wanted somewhere to visit when she missed mom.â
âAnd you chose here?â
âThe sanctuary allows you to dedicate a tree to a loved one. We tied a ribbon around momâs. I told Vi she could visit whenever she missed her.â
âDo you know where the tree is?â
She shakes her head. âIâve never been here. I forgot about it until the pharmacy.â
I mull over her words. Was she so busy with life that she forgot where her motherâs memorial was? Or did she hate her mom so much that she tried to forget?
The mystery tugs at me. I want to know everything about her. Her past. Her pain. I want to own her darkness. Just as much as I want to own her pleasure.
Cadey gasps and points. âI think I see her.â
With the help of the moonlight, I can faintly make out a small figure sitting in front of a tree.
âViola!â Cadey makes a beeline for her sister.
Iâm right behind her.
âThank God, youâre safe.â Her voice cracks painfully. She throws her arms around the kid.
âGet off me,â Viola yells. She heaves Cadey back and makes her stumble. I catch her before she hits the ground, but itâs only because Iâm close enough to break her fall.
âThe hell are you doing?â I bark.
âDutch, no.â Cadence touches my hand. âStop.â
My teeth on edge, I release her and watch her approach Viola again. I donât want to hurt Cadeyâs sister, but Iâm also not going to stand back while anyone flings her around.
Not now.
Not. Freaking. Ever I donât care who the hell it is. No one is allowed to hurt her.
Eyeing Viola sternly, I notice the tear tracks on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes. A part of me softens.
âHow could you?â Vi hisses. âHow could you keep the truth from me?â
Cadence hangs her head. âIâm sorry.â
âSorry? You lied to me! Right to my face. You lied for â
Confusion wrinkles my brow. What are they talking about? Lied about what?
Cadey sniffs. âIâm so sorry, Vi. I didnât want you to worry.â
âItâs too late for that now, isnât it? Thereâs a freaking corpse in our living room and you were in on it.â
A corpse?
I study Cadenceâs pinched expression and a shudder goes down my spine. Whatever Iâve stepped into feels more serious than two bickering sisters mourning their dead mother.
My brothers and Sol arrive in a blaze of concerned eyes and sweat-stained faces.
Cadence places a finger on her lips and gestures for her sister to be quiet. Viola scoffs, tosses her hair and folds her arms over her chest, but she doesnât utter another word.
The air is tense, but Zane, as usual, cracks a joke to lighten the mood.
âI didnât think creepy meetings in the middle of the woods was your thing, Vi.â
Viola blushes.
âWe were worried about you.â
âYou were worried about me?â Her voice is hopeful.
âOf course we were.â Zane coaxes another smile from her. But that smile flattens when he adds. âEspecially your sister. She was tearing that neighborhood apart looking for you.â
Violaâs eyes swerve to Cadence and go dark again.
I step forward, sensing that Vi might hurl more unpleasant words Cadenceâs way.
âItâs been a long night. Iâll take the girls home.â
âGlad youâre safe,â Finn says, nodding at Viola.
She gives him heart eyes.
Sol walks forward and sticks out his hand. âHey, Iâmââ
âSol. The fourth member of The Kings,â Viola gushes. âI know who you are.â
âWe havenât met, but Iâve heard a lot about you.â I stiffen when Sol glances at Cadence with a thoughtful look and mumbles, âI hope Iâll see you around more often.â
I set a hand on Violaâs shoulder and tug her back a step. âThanks for joining the search.â
âOf course.â His jaw is set in a hard line. âCadence is important to me too.â
Something uneasy stirs in my gut.
His lips arch up in a smile. âLater, C.â
âThanks again, Sol.â
I watch my best friend traipse off into the night, and I canât shake the sense that somethingâs very wrong.
Now that Solâs gotten a taste of setting fires, he might torch something even more precious than a building.