In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

I place the water bottle onto the marble top, leaning back in my chair. “Is it because I’m hanging around with Killian?”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Nah, more than that.”

“Wait.” I shake my head, attempting to clear my thoughts. “So it’s not because I’m sleeping with Killian, you don’t trust me overall?”

Kyrin blinks a couple of times and then finally opens his mouth. “Truth. I don’t. I couldn’t give a fuck who Killian gets his dick wet with, considering the fucking thing is never dry for longer than twenty-four hours. I don’t trust you as a person. I know about who you are, and I don’t believe for one second that you don’t remember your life, and if you truly don’t, then I even more so don’t trust you.”

I study him as he flicks a switchblade around his fingers, just as Keaton takes a seat beside him. Keaton is dripping in tattoos. Including on his face. It’s hard to imagine him without them, but with or without them he’s hot. With blond hair shaved close to the scalp on the sides to see his tattoos, wide prominent jaw, and thick lashes, he’s every bit as pretty as the rest of them. But there’s something else about Keaton. He’s not someone you would want to be left alone with.

Kyrin is dark in a different way. There’s rhyme to his reason. He’s smart. Too smart.

Keaton I feel would just straight up kill people for the fun of it.

“I can’t stop you from feeling the way that you feel, but just so you know, Perse and Kenan are my best friends and I’d rather die than see them be hurt.”

“Wish I could say I believed you.”

“Wish I could say I cared.” I rolled my eyes and slid out of my chair.

He chuckles to himself, going back to flicking the blade between his fingers. I’ve noticed he always has that blade. I’m not sure I want to know what it’s really for.

“Little Dragon! Come talk to me. You’re fucking my cousin, which makes us family,” Kaizer calls out from the front.

I drop down on the passenger seat, watching the passing trees and farmland. “Well if that’s the case, you have a very big family.”

Kaizer laughs, rubbing his hand over his chin. “True, true, though it’s in our DNA to be big fat sluts. I’m truly sorry you’re bedding one.”

I snort, shaking my head. “You look similar.”

“Does that mean I get to fuck you too?” He winks at me.

“Fuck off, Kaiz!” Killian shuts one of the cupboards in the kitchen as he reaches for a bottle of alcohol. He ignores me, taking a seat opposite Keaton where I was seated not long before. Worry burns in my veins at what they might talk about. What if Kyrin tells him what he just told me? This is all too stressful. I need to be back in my RV and away from these brothers.

“You’re worried he’s going to tell Kill what he just said?” Kaizer asks quietly, so only him and I can hear.

I swallow, nodding my head. “Yeah, and I don’t know why I suddenly care so much.”

“Because you like him.” Kaizer shrugs. “I get it, you’re not the first one to fall for the Trickster with no heart.” He pauses, watching me carefully. “And that’s what he is, the Trickster with no heart, so make sure you don’t give him yours.”

I freeze. “What? No!” Shaking my head, I reach inside my brain to bring up something else. “That’s not…”

“Listen,” Kaizer mutters. “Guys like Killian, the ones who don’t have hearts, they don’t know what to do when they’re given someone else’s, so they break it. They hurt you bad. Whether they want to or not, they will.”

I groan. “I don’t like him like that, but I do feel protective over him, over what we have. Which, by the way.” I glare at Kaizer. “Is just a friendship thing right now.”

Kaizer throws his head back as a deep laugh erupts from him.

I whack him with the back of my hand. “Shut up!” Smirking, I go back to watching the road. “I can’t give too much of myself, because there’s not much left of me to give.” The words were a soft whisper when they left my lips.

Kaizer doesn’t answer for a few seconds before he finally does. “Be careful.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Killian leans against the frame behind me, his muscles tensing as he folds his arms in front of himself.

“I was warning her off you, obviously.” Kaizer ignores his cousin’s presence.

“Yo!” Keaton calls out from the table. “Who wants to play a game?”

I lean over to look at him. He’s shuffling cards between his fingers, a grin on his face.

“If you say Sixers, I’m going to pass.”

Killian comes back to me, licking his bottom lip. “Scared?”