Kace (Shattered Souls MC 3)

My curiosity is now peaked. It must be very painful for him to talk about. He did tell me he has trust issues because everyone always leaves him. Maybe it started from losing his parents. I bite my lip as I look at the muscles flexing in his back as he moves around. It’s a turn on but not what is causing me to bite my lip. The honesty I’m about to spill does. I can’t expect him to talk to me about things if I’m not, so I’ll start the conversation.

I clear my throat, causing him to turn around. “My parents died in a car accident. It was quick and they both died at the scene. I was seventeen and it fucked me up. I went through some bad periods after that.”

He takes one step closer and crosses his art filled arms. “What kind of bad periods?” His face is serious, his lips in a thin line, and his eyes are hard. He’s expecting exactly what I’m going to say.

I swallow a few times since my throat is suddenly dry as the desert. “Sleeping around a lot. Staying in shitty relationships. Shit like that,” I say.

His eyes roam over my entire body and it ignites a flame that I will need him to put out. When his eyes crash into mine, I can see the concern in them. “Why were the relationships shitty?”

I close my eyes briefly trying to decide what to tell him. “When we talk about your parents, we’ll talk about that.”

I’m proud of myself for the quick thinking. He won’t like it, but I’ll give when he gives. This can’t be a one-way street. I know from experience that never works.

He tilts his head slightly and nods. “They killed themselves, you’re turn.”

My eyes widen as I take in his words. That is not what I expected at all. I have even more questions now, but I’ll take that for now.

“The relationships were mentally abusive, sometimes physical. A lot of fighting, anger, and giving too much of myself without getting anything in return,” I admit, glancing down to the dirty floor. I don’t like talking about it. I’d rather just move on and let that be in the past.

“I want names,” Kace growls.

I snap my head up to look at him and he looks enraged. It’s sweet but makes me want to laugh. I bite my lip hard as I step closer to him. “Why? What are you going to do with their names?”

“Kill them,” he says with complete seriousness.

I can’t hold back the laugh this time. I start laughing hysterically, I can’t help it. I shake my head as I talk around my laughter. “You can’t kill everyone who’s ever mistreated me, Kace. You’ll be killing a lot of people. It’s sweet and kinda fucked up, but not worth it.”

“I don’t think it’s funny that a man has had his hands on you in any way that can hurt you. I see no humor in this situation,” he hisses.

I wrap my arms around his waist and smile up at him. “You don’t think it’s a little funny that you said you want to kill them all?”

“You think I’m kidding?”

I laugh again, shaking my head. “Kace, you need to find the humor in life. It’s not funny what I’ve dealt with in the past, but your reaction to killing them is funny. Find the humor in it, come on,” I plead.

He lifts me off the floor and I wrap my legs around him. He crashes his lips to mine, and I moan as his tongue roughly fucks my mouth. His fingers dig into my ass as mine sink into his shoulders. He’s good at distracting me and I don’t know if he does it on purpose or not.

When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. “I’ll try to find the humor in things, but not this.” He presses a very feather soft kiss to my lips before searching my eyes. “I will never physically or mentally hurt you, sweetheart.”

I run my hands through his hair and kiss his rough cheek. “I never said you would.”

“I know that, I’m trying to make you understand that just because I’ll kill for you, I’ll never bring that anger toward you,” he whispers, sincerely.

It makes my stomach swim with butterflies and my heart double in speed. There are definitely two sides to this man, and he wants to comfort me in knowing I’ll only see the good one. The more time I spend with him, the more I realize that all my fears are baseless. What he does for the club shouldn’t affect my feelings for him.

“I know that, big guy. I really do,” I say, resting my hand against his unshaven cheek.

He cocks an eyebrow and grins. “Big guy?”

I laugh and wrap both arms around his neck. “Don’t like it?”

“No,” he says kissing the tip of my nose and my full lips. “I love it.”

We are finally at Souls and I’m kinda intimated by the amount of people here. Kace hasn’t let go of my hand, so I find comfort in that, but I still feel out of place. I was just getting comfortable around the guys, but this is family and friends. I’ve seen many at the few barbeques I’ve been to, but not everyone.

“Hey, can I steal your girl away for a few minutes?” Harper asks, laughing at Kace.

He looks down at me, silently seeking my permission. It causes my pulse to race at the sweet gesture. I nod and he kisses me in front of everyone. I can feel my cheeks heat up as I walk away with Harper.