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This book is dedicated to my kids, because they had to live on cereal and toast until I finished it. And to my husband, who made the cereal and toast because he can’t cook anything else. *I’m joking. Please don’t call child services on me.*
Ky is abnormally smart. I mean, textbooks couldn’t even figure out his shit—smart.
I was born human but crafted to be this. Trickster. The fucking Mayhem in Midnight.
If you hadn’t figured it out, yeah, the bar I was at last night had been renamed after her. She wanted it to be called “MAYA,” but I had to hold on to some masculinity, so I called it “YAAM.” Safe to say, she’s not a fan.
“Where the fuck are the lovebirds?” Keaton brings the rim of his beer to his mouth. “Don’t know,” I answer, resting my head back against the top of the spa and gazing up at the sky. “Nonstop” by Drake is thumping around us loudly. “Pretty sure King is trying to get her pregnant.” Keaton splashes me and I rear forward, laughing. “Not funny, asshole. I’m not ready to be an uncle.” “Well, to be fair.” I swipe the water off my face. “I’m pretty sure her having a baby would make us all an uncle, not just you.” Keaton pushes up from the edge of the spa and climbs out, flipping me off. “Fuck you.”
Ky climbs out of the spa next. “I’m all for threesomes, but this is one I’m not touching.”
“Leave it alone, Killian.” The way my name sounds leaving her lips, makes me want to do the fucking opposite. Damn. What the fuck?
The man is just genetically blessed. Blessed by Satan.
“Tell me more,” a voice boomed from near the back of my neck. I screamed, jumping away from the unfamiliar voice. “What do you want from me?” A hand slammed over my mouth, shoving me backward until my back was against his chest. “Everything.”
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, using his other to hike my leg up onto his hip.
“One, you’re a fucking liar, sweetheart, and I hate liars, and two?” He pauses, releasing my thigh. “Told you I’d be able to get you spread eagle in three seconds.”
“I’ll figure your shit out, Little Villain, and when I do…” Killian runs his tongue over his teeth and grins. “You’re going to wish I was still trying to get you naked.”
Kyrin threatening someone’s life should never be taken lightly. Because he will. Kyrin is a weapon and one of Kiznitch’s best-kept secrets because of the way he goes about his kills. Though that part isn’t really a secret. He leaves a brand on every single person he takes.
I did have a good friend who was the queen of fire bending. No one has done it in Midnight Mayhem since her retirement.”
“You’re a natural. What did you say your last name was again?” “Thanks, Ash, and it’s Royal. Nothing of importance.” “Oh,” Ash says, her smile faltering. “I’ve not known a Kiznitch family with that last name.” She tilts her head, her focus drifting off, and then she comes back to me. “Anyway, good luck!”
“Saskia, you’re up,” Kyrin says from behind me, opening the back curtain. I drag my attention away from her and stand, turning to face him. He stills, his eyes dropping down my body. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t have to. The way his gaze drags up and down my body is loud enough for me to feel violated. The curtain opens wider and Keaton steps through, but when he notices me, he falters. “What—wh?” “Wipe your mouth, brother. You’ve got some drool coming out of your mouth,” Kyrin growls. “Oh I’m going out to watch this.” Keaton smirks just as Perse slides in from behind him and pulls me
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The song is heartbreaking, the dance intimate. Way too intimate. It’s a song and dance about losing the love of your life, but not through death, but through adversity that, at times, people can’t endure. Love is not guaranteed, and the hardest thing the human heart will withstand is dealing with the loss of someone who is still alive.
“Look at me.” His voice is low, a note above a whisper, and my stomach does a backflip. Why the fuck does it do that? I clench my jaw, refusing. He chuckles. “So fucking stubborn.” Before lifting my head up to face him with his finger beneath my chin.
Killian is the trickster of them all. He plays with people’s minds for shits and giggles,
These boys may be vicious and cruel, and heartless with no emotion, but there’s one thing absolute that I know. I can tap at the walls they keep up while performing because above everything, they’re entertainers. This is who they are. So as long as we’re on the stage, I can torment the tormenters.
We all have one thing in common—we’re born with power, but the world doesn’t like a confident woman, so they try to crush them with tabloids of what “perfection” should look like. It’s all a hoax to deceive us into thinking we’re lesser of a woman if we don’t look or act a certain way. We, as a sisterhood, must rise above that and harness the power our ancestors fought so hard for and destroy the patriarchy.
I’m probably in trouble for the act I pulled during Saskia’s skit and she’s probably in trouble for challenging me during mine. The fucking menace. I underestimated her completely.
“We’re going back, May.” She pauses with a mouthful of whiskey. Swallowing, she tilts her head. “Back? Back where?” I wet my bottom lip. “Back to Kiznitch.” Her face pales.
“You’re right,” I agree with Luce. “Did he just say that?” Keaton taps my leg with his, where he is on the other side of me. I flip him off without looking at him.
“Pussy whipped motherfucker.” “Keep talking that shit, Kill, only a matter of time…” King teases. “Matter of time for what?” Luce laughs, looking between King and I. “Oh no way, not Kill…”
The beauty of Saskia was placed on this earth specifically from God to taunt me for all my wrongdoings. Only Saskia isn’t from heaven.
“That brunette is on some next level shit. Where’d they pick her up from, fucking Victoria’s Secret?” I don’t flinch. King starts bursting out laughing and I have to fight all that is inside of me not to elbow him in the face. Wouldn’t be the first time.
The duet is hot as fuck, even with the cheesy music, but everything Sass does is dripped in sex, power, and utter fucking rebellion. Fuck.
“I’m serious. A one-off. Unless you like claw marks on your thighs.” Killian chuckles, pulling up his pants and standing to his feet. “Actually, I fucking do. Might keep them.”
“Sassskiiiaaaaa, dance with me! You’re the only one who can beat me in a dance.” She’s lying, but I dance with her anyway because well, because I love her, and if she’s going down, she may as well go down beside a friend.
let’s go, Hellhound. Let’s play a game.” He unleashes me, grabbing a sulking Callan off the chair. Killian nudges his head at Kyrin. “Time to go, fucker.” Kyrin claps his hands. “Finally. Some fun up in this bitch.”
“I’m only telling you this because I’m drunk as fuck and you’re looking lost. You’re wasting your time. Build a wall, but this time use your secrets and pain as the foundation on where you build it, that way, it won’t crumble. Never underestimate the power of pain.” He pauses, leaning in until his nose touches mine. “Run.”
“Nah, not at all, but I was waiting for Sass to come down.” I freeze, my fingers flexing around my cigarette. I drag it out slowly, puffing out a cloud of smoke. “What?” I know he’s tormenting me. “She didn’t come? Don’t tell me… she’s not like the rest of the easy girls who go to bed with you no matter who is already there? I’m shocked. Really. A girl who looks like that but has morals?” he mocks, pressing a hand to his chest. “Shut up, motherfucker.”
She quickly turns away from me, whispering something to Kenan. Kenan leans forward slightly, glaring at me,
Kenan’s eyes come to mine. I mouth, “What?” He flips me off before going back to Delila. Smart ass motherfucker. I should beat his ass. But I won’t. Instead, I stand from my chair. This time Delila does stop talking. “Killian, I swear to all things that are holy, if you don’t sit the fuck down.” “Well good thing nothing near us is holy, Delila. King will fill me in.”
When people are too precious for earth, God takes them early. The world can be so broken that those who are too precious to walk it, are taken.
“You’re mad.” He sits on the edge of the tub. “You gonna tell me why, or are you gonna be a girl and dance around the fact until I figure it out myself?” “I’m not mad,” I answer honestly. Because I’m not. “It’s nothing.” It’s not nothing,
“Because I feel like what happened last night is playing a part in why you’re pissed.” I leer up at him innocently, as I rub the soap over my breasts. “I’m not mad.” His eyes fall to the movement. He smirks. “Sure about that?” I shrug. “I’m sure.” He pauses, pinching his lips between his teeth. “We’ll see.”
“Tell me more. More. More. More.” The walls are tightening around me, the closer they get, the less I can breathe. “More.” “I don’t know!” I scream so loud my eardrums pop.
I didn’t know King before he met Perse. I mean, I had heard of him and I remember parts of him as a kid, but apparently, he has changed a lot since being reconciled with her. As if his pain and anguish was put to rest the day she came back alive.
“Had to make sure you were okay.” He’s still not looking at me, so I move my head around to try to catch his sight. “What do you mean?” He reaches for my cheek, running his bloody thumb over my lip. “Where’d you go?”
“What the fuck is going on?” Keaton asks as we pull out our seats. “You’re awfully comfortable inside of her.” I run my hand through my hair, grinning. “You would be too.” Kyrin kicks me under the table. “You two either fuck or fight.” I flip him off.
“If I tell you this, Killian, you must contain your wrath. You must promise me that you will also stay away from her, but tread carefully.”
I think of Val as a Great White Shark. Once she has a taste of your blood, she doesn’t let go.
The back has the words Dragavei with a large angry dragon wrapped around a red gemstone. I recognize the emblem instantly as the very same necklace that Hope had me swear to protect.
“There you are…” King grabs Perse from around the waist, but she digs her heels into the grass. “No!” Her hands fly out to his chest. Shit. I wonder what King did to deserve her wrath. It’s not like Perse to fly off over anything. “You! You didn’t even say anything!” King’s face softens when he looks at her but hardens when he comes to me. “Because it’s not my place.”
Kaius removes his mask and tilts his head to study my tattoo. His eyes fly up to Killian, his head shaking. Kyrin walks up to the plank next as I’m climbing off and I watch as his tilts too. He slowly grins. “That cheeky motherfucker.”
Kenan pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of my back and laughing, handing it to me. Property of Trickster. Was tattooed in cursive text above my Kiznitch star.
“Kaizer, do you have a death wish or do you purposely like pissing off your cousin?”
