Chapter 10 Lennox
Lennox
THE ENFORCER
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?”
Kage looks up at me like I just ruined his fucking birthday. Wren, on the other hand, looks as if she’s trying to disappear through the floorboards of her car. Her face is flushed, lips swollen, and she’s not wearing any fucking pants. She’s too flustered to even look at me.
“Didn’t realize your tongue needed to take a detour.” My voice is low and tight. Strained in that barely holding it together way that usually makes people back the fuck off.
I lean against the car with my arms crossed, pulse hammering in my neck. I can’t fucking believe this asshole. In the fucking parking lot of the bar? I mean seriously, does he not give a shit at all that anyone besides me could have walked up on them?
Wren steps out of the car and I watch her as she tugs her jeans up with shaking hands. Despite my anger, I can’t help the way my dick jumps at the sight of her half naked. She glares at me, still breathless, her hair wild as hell from, by the looks of it, being pulled from her bun.
“You can pick your jaw off the pavement and stop gawking at me anytime now.” she snaps, standing next to the open door, clearly trying real hard to act unbothered.
Dropping my arms, I give her a no nonsense look, push off the car and take a slow step towards her.
“You’re the one out here putting on a show for the whole world to see, you mean to tell me you’re upset now that you have an audience?
Don't mind me, really. I’ll happily sit back and watch.
” I smile at her devilishly, purposely trying to get under her skin.
She takes a shaky breath, clearly trying to steady herself, but I can see the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. It’s obvious that I’ve struck a nerve.
“You’re fucking unbelievable,” she mutters, the words clipped and sharp, like she's spitting glass.
I take another step in, close enough that I'm sure she can feel the heat rolling off of me. Good. I want her to feel the full weight of my presence.
“What? You don’t appreciate it when I bite back?” I taunt, my voice low and cold. “You’ve been making a fucking spectacle out of yourself since the second we met. Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the attention now.”
She recoils like I’ve slapped her, but I can see the flame in her eyes.
Her fists clench at her sides, knuckles white, and I can see the fury that boils beneath her skin.
She’s fucking pissed, embarrassed, and somewhere in there, I think she’s turned on by the tension.
Well, so am I, and if she’s not careful, we’ll be taking her back to our place and taking care of it.
“Don’t act like you know me,” she bites back, her eyes narrowing. “You don’t know shit about what I enjoy.”
I chuckle darkly, the sound low and mocking. “Oh, I think I know more than you’d expect, sweetheart.”
Before she could respond, Kage gets out of the car, cocky as a motherfucker.
He slides in close behind her, eyes locked on mine as he runs his nose up along her neck, slow and possessive.
He does it deliberately, wanting me to watch.
He knows exactly what he's doing and wants to make sure he twists the knife in a little deeper.
“Oh piss off,” she sneers and pushes Kage hard enough that he hits the side of the car. “Stop trying to mark your territory, you fucking dog.”
Kage makes some very unimpressive barking noises at her and winks.
Alright, we're done here.
I can’t help but feel a flicker of irritation at how calm he is.
I hate the way he watches me, as if he’s got this whole fucking thing figured out while I’m just a mess of confusion and frustration.
I don’t understand how this is all so easy for him.
How can he look at me, someone who’s supposed to be his family, and want me?
How are we supposed to go fuck each other knowing that we grew up together, raised as brothers?
I force myself to look back at Wren, ignoring the burning urge to slam Kage up against the car and beat him to shit. I’m done with his childish bullshit. “We need to leave. We have shit to do that doesn’t concern you.”
She looks at me as if I actually offended her this time. “Okay, well I didn’t fucking ask, but thanks for the unnecessary information, you prick.”
I can’t hold back the laugh that bursts out of my mouth.
I step into Wren, giving her a look that is pure malice.
“Oh sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet.
I can show you, though, if you’d like? I know I would.
That little stunt you pulled with Kage in the car would be a hell of a lot easier in my bed. ”
The blush that paints Wren's face is subtle, but I don’t miss it. I know I affect her. I can see the way her body reacts to me. It's a high I can’t get enough of and I don’t plan on stopping tonight. She’s just going to have to get used to me poking and prodding.
Kage steps in between us, pushing me away from Wren, trying to create some distance.
“Alright brother, that’s enough. Leave my girl alone,” he chuckles as if this is just some casual game to him.
His hand drops from my chest, but the smug look he has never falters as his eyes gleam with a challenge.
I don’t bite. But goddamnit, I want to.
I take a step towards him, and he’s already grinning like he’s fucking won something. Or, someone. Fucking asshole.
“What?” Kage laughs, his voice low and almost playful. It’s all a fucking game to him. He just wants to have fun. “You look angry. Are you gonna rip my head off, brother? Relax. You know we can share.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that’s rolling through me. I don’t know if it’s the anger of seeing them together, the frustration of just wanting someone to fuck, or something else. Maybe I really did just want to be included, I don’t know, this whole situation is fucking confusing.
Wren doesn’t say a word to either of us. She just climbs into the driver seat of her old ass Honda, jaw clenched, and slams her door. A second later, the engine roars to life and she peels out of the parking lot, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust behind her.
I watch her go, heart pounding, fists clenched at my sides. Turning towards Kage, I see he’s already lighting a cigarette, looking way too pleased with himself. This is just another night to him. How does he fucking do that?
“You good?” he asks, exhaling smoke through his grin. “Or you gonna throw hands now?”
I think about it, really fucking mulling it over in my head. But there’s no way I could fuck up that perfect face of his. It would be a tragedy.
“You know I’m not just playing with her, right?” his voice low and casual. “I want you, too.”
His voice is like sandpaper across my nerves.
I stare at him, jaw flexing. “Fuck you.”
It sounds weak, even to me. He smiles wide, a smug look on his face. He knows he’s getting under my skin. I hate how calm he is. I hate that crooked smirk and the glint in his eye as if he knows things about me I haven’t even admitted to myself.
He fucking knows. He knows that I look at him too long. That my anger burns too hot. That I’m not just jealous of him being with her…but that I’m jealous of her being with him. That’s what fucks me up more than I care to admit.
Because I’m not supposed to want him. I’m not supposed to imagine what those hands felt like on me or what that mouth can do.
The things he can do with his split tongue, and how fucking good it feels to have him run it up along my shaft before he takes me completely into his mouth.
Or how it feels to let him in instead of pushing him away with every snarky insult and clenched fist.
He’s my fucking brother. That’s all he ever was supposed to be, but now he’s in my head.
Twisted into every fucking thought, and when he tells me he wants me too, I feel it in my goddamn chest. I want to hit him.
I want to taste him. I want to destroy him and then crawl into the wreckage with him like a fucking psychopath.
But I don’t move, because I know if I take one step closer, I won’t be able to stop myself.
With each day that passes, I wonder why I even bother to fight the instinct to be with him.
My phone buzzes and I pull it out of my pocket. Jimmy’s name flashes on the screen. Turning away from Kage without another word, I swipe to answer. “Talk.”
Jimmy’s voice comes through, tight and rough as ever. “You wanted dirt on that Richard guy, yeah? Well, I got some.”
My whole body tenses as I put my phone on speaker and wave Kage over so he can hear this too. “Yeah? Lay it on me.”
“He’s not just some rich, drunk fuck with anger issues. The guy’s running something out of his basement, like some kind of side gig. Some real shady shit. I don’t have all the info yet, but he’s got guys coming and going at all hours.”
He pauses for a second, leaving the tension in the air thick.
“Nox, one of the guys' names was Kevin.”
Kage and I look at each other immediately. No. Fucking. Way. There’s no way that this could be the same fucking Kevin that Frankie died trying to protect.
“Jimmy, I need you to find out everything you can about this fucker and text me updates as they come in. Send me his address, now.” Within a second my phone buzzes with a text, and in another, the location is pulled up on my maps.
“Nox, I know you guys want this guy dead but you’re gonna have to keep him alive for now. He could have the answers to where the kids are being held and who’s in charge of this whole thing.”
The call is silent for only a few seconds until I finally give in. “Fine. I’ll give you a week. Then he’s dead.” I go to hang up the call, but Kage is quicker, grabbing the phone right out of my hand. I’m about to knock his ass out.
“Hey, Jimbo. Can you have someone come pick up my bike from the bar? If it gets scratched, I'll have their ass.”
“Never call me Jimbo again and we have a deal.”
“Anything you want, Slim Jim.” With that, Kage hangs up on him and hands me back the phone.
“Wren was wrong. You’re the insufferable one.”
Kage grins like he’s proud of himself, still dragging on that cigarette as if we didn’t just nearly come to blows over Wren. I think he knew deep down I wasn’t going to hit him no matter how bad I wanted to.
“I get it. If I were you, I’d hate me too.
Now, let’s go get some McDonalds before we spy on Dick.
I think you’re in need of a happy meal.” He tips his chin towards the murder wagon.
This is just another one of our fucked up adventures to him.
“Oh and after Micky D’s I need to make this,” he points at a bite mark, presumably Wrens, on his neck “a little more permanent.”
I don’t respond, just shake my head and walk towards the SUV, unlocking it with the keyfob. Kage hops in the passenger seat, still smug as hell, like he didn’t just throw gasoline on a fire and walk away whistling.