In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem 1)

“He’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

“King,” Kyrin murmured, but I ignored him. I knew what he was going to say. “They won’t initiate the kill on her. They can’t.”

I cranked my neck. “She doesn’t deserve to live.”

“She can’t even…” Kill shook his head, exhausted. “Never mind.” I knew what he was going to say, though, and although he was right, it still didn’t trump the fact that Dove was the reason why so much tragedy had happened.

Present

My hand rests on my stomach as my other shades my eyes. I’m trying to fucking sleep, but all I can think about is her. And it’s fucking annoying. I don’t want to have anything to do with her any more than what I’m here to do. She’s waning on my restraint, teasing it. I hate her with a fire so hot I want to dip her in gasoline and use it to detonate her. But I can’t. I have to stick to the fucking plan, even if the plan kills me.

I wake up the next morning, my limbs sore, and my head pounding. An arm tightens around me, and I freeze, the recollection of last night coming back to me at one hundred miles an hour. Picking up the thick, muscled arm, I fling it off me and curl off my bed.

I groan again, my hair falling to the front of my face. I didn’t think I drank that much.

Padding my way into the kitchen, I clamber for a glass of water.

“Have a good night’s sleep?”

I spin around to catch Killian walking in, sweat pouring down his bare chest. I notice that the star that King has on his chest, Killian has over his lower left hip.

He catches me staring because he clears his throat. “You’re a little pervy.”

I snort, turning back around to empty the water out of my glass. “Not at what you think.”

He chuckles, his hand coming to my hip. I freeze at his contact, when his lips touch the side of my shoulder. “Chill,” he whispers, sending goosebumps over my flesh. “I’m not King. I’m not like the rest of them.”

My eyes close as I relish in his untrustworthy words, before shaking him off and spinning around in his grasp. “It doesn’t matter, Killian. You’re all bad.”

He seems to think over my words, because his eyes search mine. I take a moment to admire his bright blue eyes and tanned skin, and the way his dark hair flops over his forehead slightly.

“Yeah, so what if we are?”

I pause. “That’s your answer? You’re not even going to pretend that you’re not bad guys?”

Killian smirks, and for a second, I want to step backward, but I can’t. The damn kitchen counter is, once again, pressing against my ass. “If that’s what you want, Little Bird, to have us reassure you that we’re not bad people, then you’re tripping.”

“Oh really?”

His eyes narrow, his mouth opening. Just when he’s about to say something, I notice another shadow behind him. I feel him before I see him, and as cliché as that may sound to most people, it’s the only way I can describe the attraction I have to Kingston right now. Or the only way I want to describe him right now.

King steps into the space that Killian left. His eyes drop to my mouth. “We’re not good people, Dovey.” His eyes come to mine, the dark green depths enticing me to test him. Just push him a little further. His eyes narrow. “But I think you know that.”

I swallow, just as his hand comes to my chin, tipping my face up to him. “Have a good sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Did Keaton fuck you good?”

“What?” I yank my face out of his grip. “No.”

Just when I think he’s serious, his lip curls. But it’s not a smirk. It’s more of a satanic smile. One I don’t really want to test today.

I step around him, only for his hand to come to my arm. “We’re on the road today. The next show, you’ll be rehearsing.”

“Okay,” I answer, wanting his hand to release me, but not wanting him to release me. Oh, what a mindfuck.

He cages me back into the corner, both hands resting on either side of my body. “And you won’t go off on your own again.”

I shove him away, dipping out of the kitchen and making my way back to the end room. Keaton is bent over the bed, his elbows resting on his knees and his face in his hands.

“Hurt that bad, huh?” I tease, feeling strangely comfortable in his presence.

His hands move out of the way, his head tilting to the side. “Something like that.”

Annoyed with the ever-growing cryptic messages I get thrown at me by everyone except Kyrin, I pull open my closet door and take out some comfortable clothes that I can wear today, since we’re back on the road.