Chapter Five
Kain
I slam the front door hard enough to rattle the frame. My jaw aches from clenching it the entire way home, and my hands are still curled into fists at my sides. My boots hit the floor harder than necessary as I stride through the apartment.
The girl is hot, yes, but Silas isn’t ready for what this will entail. I made the call to follow her, to be the prick who steps in first—someone had to.
Silas knew exactly what I was doing, and that’s why he came to watch. He doesn’t trust me with her, for good reason.
Zay’s head snaps up from where he was reclined on the couch, his relaxed posture shifting as he takes in whatever’s written across my face. His feet drop from where they’d been propped on the coffee table.
“What did you do?” he asks with a smirk on his face.
I shrug, though he will find out soon enough. I drop the glow mask onto the kitchen table with more force than necessary, and the plastic clatters against the surface. The sound echoes through the apartment as I move to the sink and twist the faucet open, getting myself a glass of water.
I need a good shower to wash her smell off me. She fucking smells like everything Silas is addicted to right now. Shit, this is going to be a problem.
“What happened? Is Silas coming home?”
I shake my head, not that he can see me. “You might want to check his closet for my skin later.”
Zay fills the doorway to the kitchen, clad in nothing but a low-hanging pair of jeans, his shirt tucked into his back pocket. “I promise to check when I get back—there has been an issue at the gym.”
“Need me to come?” I ask, even though the last thing I want to do is leave the house again tonight.
He shakes his head as he pulls his shirt on. “Nah, stay here and deal with Silas when he gets back. The last thing we need is for him to spiral and kidnap the girl for real. I’m not sure we could ever talk our way out of that.”
I don’t tell him that if that happened there wouldn’t be a body for them to find—I wouldn’t let him go to jail. I’m not a good person, nor do I claim to be. If you impede Silas or Zay’s happiness, that’s when you will find out how bad I really am.
Zay grabs his helmet and leaves.
I decide to shower, as it’s probably best I don’t smell like Silas’s obsession when he gets back.
The noise of the front door slamming booms through the apartment—I guess Silas got home faster than I anticipated.
The footsteps stomping down the hallway confirm it.
Silas bursts into the room, his face laced with anger.
He crosses the space and swings at me the second he is close enough to connect.
I stand there and take it; I deserve it.
“You didn’t fuck her because you wanted her. You did it because you knew I did! Fuck, you’re that pathetic.”
I don’t respond, as he needs to get this off his chest. He rapid-fires insults at me.
“Without control, you’re nothing. You’re not in charge of me. Take away the rules and you’ve got nothing. You think we owe you something because you act like the big man. We don’t owe you shit!” Silas draws his arm back for another swing.
In one fluid motion, I catch his wrist and twist just enough to control without causing too much pain, using his momentum to bring him down. “That’s enough,” I command. “On your knees. Now.” The fight goes out of Silas instantly, relief washing over him as he complies.
“It’s not that I think I am in charge. No, Silas, I fucking know it. If I weren’t, you and Zay would lose control and act recklessly. You think I’m an asshole? Fine, I’ll show you an asshole. Now open your fucking mouth so you can learn what your little bitch tastes like on my cock.”
I unzip my pants and pull my dick out, the control I have making me hard. Silas’s mouth opens—to fire more venom at me—and I shove my length down his throat, watching his eyes water as I spear my fingers into his hair.
“You think I’m pathetic,” I grit as I thrust. “That I only wanted to fuck her first. We have each other’s backs no matter what. We always fucking have.”
I watch the tears spilling from his eyes.
Fuck, he is beautiful. “You really think I wanted to take the first time away from you? You really think so little of me? I did you a fucking favor by making sure this is what she wants. If it were you and it wasn’t what she wanted, I would have risked losing you to yourself, and I would have fucking killed her if she hurt you. ”
His eyes widen at my words, and I pull back to let him catch his breath.
“I care about you and Zay more than anything else in this world. If she wants more, I will have your back every step of the way. But never question me and my motives again or I will remove the problem. Understood?”
Silas nods and opens his mouth, and I smirk as I wrap my hand around the base of my cock.
I fucking thrive on control and looking after what belongs to me.
The picture of him on his knees at my command, his lips swollen and tears drying on his cheeks, has me coming.
His lips greedily suck everything from me.
I hold out my hand, and once he takes it, I pull him to his feet and into my chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.
“So am I. Why don’t you clean up and bring your laptop to bed. You have a message to give to the girl. See if she wants more.”
After Silas leaves my room, I have a quick shower and get into bed.
I grab my phone and pull up the surveillance of Skye’s room to find her lying on her bed, a huge smile on her face.
My grip tightens on the phone. I set it down on the nightstand, then quickly pick it up again, staring at the screen like it might change what I’m seeing.
She’s smiling. Actually fucking smiling.
Most women who get a taste of what I’m capable of don’t stick around.
They claim they want it rough, but after one night they’re blocking my number and crossing the street when they see me coming.
It’s why what I have with Zay and Silas works.
There are no complaints, no drama, no running away.
But this girl is different. Her hazel eyes stared right back at me in that alley without fear, and it’s exactly the reaction that will make Silas lose himself completely.
Silas walks back into the room, so I close my screen and place my phone back on the bedside table.
He climbs into the bed beside me with his laptop, opening the lid.
I watch as he flicks through the screens.
First the gym, where he finds Zay, his knuckles colliding with the bag.
I make a mental note to ask what happened when he gets back.
Silas then switches to Skye—who is asleep now—and I find myself leaning closer to the screen.
She hasn’t showered, simply passed out with my cum still inside her.
This wasn’t about me wanting her first; it was about making sure Silas knows who and what he’s dealing with. And watching her reaction tells me everything I need to know. How dangerous this situation could get. They’re going to feed off each other, and that terrifies me more than I want to admit.