Over My Dead Body

Oh that is so not happening!

Feeling as the rage slowly crawl over my skin, it takes me less than two giant strides and I have my hand firmly pressed into Kage's shoulder and spinning him around, "What did you just say?"

With nothing but a wicked smirk growing at the edges of those lips, he brings his mouth only inches away from mine, "I do not like repeating myself but taken that trembling lip is turning me the fuck on, I will say this once again." Then as he brushes his lips over mine, I can feel him smile, "You will be staying with me for the next three months. And by with me, I mean in my room."

"That will not fucking happen. That was not part of the deal."

"Oh Avyanna, you should ask next time before you agree to do something."

"I don't give a shit, Kage. I will not share a room and even moreover a bed for that matter."

Keeping my eyes locked with his, with his lips only inches away from mine, I can feel the heat starting to consume him. I am not sure if it is from the rage building up inside, or the desire I feel straining against those skinny jeans, but as he speaks next, his words is all I need to know that it is a leathal combination of both. "You will do as I say or we can scrap this deal and see what happens to your dear old daddy."

"Fuck you," slamming my fists into his chest, I step away from him. Pounding into his flesh over and over with brutal force, my voice echo to every crack and crevice as I burst out screaming. "You are a fucking pig. How I ever saw anything in you is beyond me. You are the monster that the devil are made of. Ever threaten me again, and we will see what happens to you."

I cannot believe he just threatened me like that. The Kage I knew all those years ago, might have been a mean asshole, but this one… This is a man that I do not even recognize. Has he become so blinded by his obsession that he will resort in hurting innocent people?

Watching as my words sting him in the very place I was hoping they would, I see him walk off into the direction of the kitchen. As he walks off, I hear him holler over his shoulder at Slater, "Put her on the other fucking side of the house. The less I see of her, the fucking better it would be."

And if I thought what I said to him hurts, then the joke is now clearly on me. Listening to him saying that he does not want me anywhere near him, slices deeper into my heart than I would dare to admit. That feeling of him chasing me away all those years ago comes to haunt me again. I can feel the rejection pierce a blade right through my soul.

Why the fuck does it hurt so much?

How does his words even affect me at all?

Feeling the tears start to sting at the corner of my eyes, I bow my head and look down at my shuffling feet. I can see from the corner of my eye as Niko hesitates if he should run after his brother or be the one to comfort me.

But next I feel a gentle nudge on my arm, "Come let me take you to your room."

As I lift my gaze, my eyes meet the piercing stare of Slater. The hurt hiding underneath the surface of those magnificent brown eyes, makes only a fraction of the pain that suffocates my heart disappear.

Taking my handbag from his shoulder, I follow him upstairs in utter and complete silence. If I thought that Kage was lying about putting me on the other side of the house, far away from him, then I am sadly mistaken. Slater takes me in the complete opposite direction from any of their bedrooms. I doubt that anybody ever sets foot in this side of this goddamn mansion.

"Well, at least I will have peace and quiet," I mumble to myself."

After placing my suitcases inside of what will be my new home for the next three months, for the first time in the past five minutes, Slater finally has the courage to say a single word, "Sorry."

I cock my head at him in frustration, "What are you sorry for?"

"Kage," he pauses for a brief moment as he looks over his shoulder almost expecting to see Kage to appear through the door at any minute. Then as he steps two steps closer to where I am standing at the edge of the bed, he softly continues, "Kage has been a mess for a while now."

I cannot help but burst out in a fit of laughter, "He pretty much seems the same mess he was before I left."

Much to my shock, Slater only but shakes his head at my comment, "He became worse after you left."

"Well, perhaps he should not have kicked me out."

"Avy," Slater reaches his hand and gently rubs his knuckles over my cheek, "It is his biggest regret in life. The day he kicked you out, that day he destroyed you and himself as well. He has never been the same. I have watched him fall and pick himself up for years now, and frankly it gets more difficult each time."

"Then why do this? Why this fucked up plan of his?"

"You want to know the truth?"

"Would not have it any other way."

For just a tick of a few seconds, I watch as Slater struggles, fighting an inner battle which I knew he fought earlier this evening as well. There was something on the tip of his tongue and he could not get himself to say it. And once again he is not sure if it is right thing to do to betray his brother.

"Please, Slater."

And with only that one please from me, he finally gives in, "He knew it would be the only way he would ever get you back."

"He is not getting me back."

With that, Slater turns around and exit the room, leaving me alone with my raging thoughts. I knew Kage was always a badass hothead, but what I also know, and what I can clearly see, is that pain in his eyes. There was a split second this evening when I saw a sparkle in him, and that was when I agreed to this deal of his.

Did me leaving really taint his soul?

Is his heart truly that broken?

Why the fuck did I have to say those hurtful words?

And even worse…

Why the fuck do I feel so bad right now?

As I throw myself back onto the bed, and stare at the ceiling, there is one thought that occurs to me. I am stuck here for the next three months. I can either make it hard on myself or be at a constant head bump with Kage, or I can at least try and make this as bearable as possible.

After all he is trying to help my dad.

Though in a fucked up way.

So as I stare out the window and look up at the beautiful night sky, I scan the driveway for any of their cars. Not seeing one of them around, I throw on a tight black tank top and some cut off white shorts and I decide to sneak down to the kitchen to go look for something to eat and a goddamn painkiller for my pounding head.

Never am I drinking that much whiskey again.

Finally, after getting lost at least twice, I casually stroll into the kitchen, only to be stop dead in my tracks.

"Holy fuck."

Kage is standing, leaning up against the counter with only a pair of gym shorts riding very low on his hips. So fucking low, you can see that delicious V that trails the path down to a rather impressive bulge forming underneath those shorts. His chest is bare, and fuck, this man has muscles upon muscles. But it is those tattoos that I would love to trace with my tongue.

When did this man get so fucking hot?

And hot is what his body is as I can see the sweat trickling down those rock hard abs. His hair is a perfect mixed up mess, and I can smell his musky cologne travel that distance to attack every sense in my body that is driving me to my own pool of mess.

"You can pick up your jaw, Avyanna."

I am ripped from my blatant stare that is devouring each ounce of his body, then with nothing but those damn lips trembling again, I whisper, "Sorry. I thought you guys went out."

"Niko and Slater did. I was in the gym," then I see that smirk grow once again. "You still have your mouth open, Avyanna. Do you want me to stick something in it for you?"

Moving dangerously close to him, my lustful gaze finally fall upon those deep grey eyes, "I am sorry for what I said earlier on."

Taken aback, I see him move around a bit uncomfortable, "I deserved it. I am not the man you used to know."

Saying this, he turns around to take the bottle of water that is on the counter behind him. As he flexes his arms, I cannot help but stare at his fucking tight ass.

"Fuck that is tight," I try to whisper underneath my breath.

But as he turns around, I can see that he heard every goddamn word I said. But what he asks next, shocks me beyond my core, "Does Liam know what we are?"