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Flashing a snarl towards West, he drags Ally away, yelling at her to put some clothes on. A few seconds later the sound of a door slamming and a female squealing has both of us laughing.

“You feel better now?”

“It’s about fucking time he broke that damn wall down. He’s far from being fine, but maybe some wet pussy will snap him back to reality.”

West leans forward, picking up Cole's dripping bottle and drinks the last few remaining drops before tossing it to the trash can across the room. Fucking athletes.

“We have a little bit of an issue on our hands. Like we need more bullshit with everything else going on.”

West doesn’t look at me, so I know it’s something that’s going to piss me off.

“What is it?”

Propping his arms on his knees, he leans forward looking me dead in the eyes.

“Sit your big ass on that couch and don’t go storming off anywhere.”

His order rubs raw against my skin, like a knife carving out meat. I’m the oldest. I give the orders. West putting his foot down isn’t something he does often, being the carefree brother. Nodding, I wait for him to continue. He looks at me for a minute realizing that I didn’t promise a fucking thing.

Pulling out a smoke, he tosses it to me and hands me a lighter.

“Seems our little Princess has gained herself a stalker. Someone she’s named Unknown in her phone. I didn’t see much, but from her reaction whoever the hell it is has her acting like a scared little mouse.”

Blowing the smoke between us, West watches my face. Waiting for the viper to strike.

“What did they say?” My words are low. Possessive.

“From what I saw, the fucker is the same one who left her that box. Or he was talking about a different gift, but either way his final words were ‘see you soon’and that alone had her snatching her phone up.”

Kenna Kingston is going to be the downfall to everything we have planned. Pure trouble.

I shift to move from the couch when West grabs my arm, dragging me back down.

“Don’t you fucking dare. We have shit to handle tonight. We can send G by the dorm if you feel the need, but really what’s the harm? Hurt is hurt no matter who it comes from. Unless you have a soft spot for the Princess?” He lifts a brow.

He’s goading me into admitting that she’s under my skin, but even that’s a lie. She isn’t just under my skin. She’s in my bones. My soul. She’s buried herself so deep into my marrow I couldn’t release her if I wanted to. Kenna Kingston is my toy to play with and I’d be damned if anyone else felt the way her pussy feels coming down from a high. Pulling a long drag from my cigarette, my thoughts move from one issue to the next.

“Fucking hell. She’s ruining everything.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Pulling out his cell, the light hits his face. Brown eyes that mirror mine study the words on the screen. “Looks like we caught a fish.” Waiving his phone, he stands from the couch. Clapping like a kid in a candy store, excitement lineshis face. He enjoys this part way to fucking much. I never said we aren’t sick mother fuckers.

Heading towards his room down the hall I say, “We need someone to keep an eye on Ally.”

Looking at me over his shoulder, he shrugs, “That’s Cole’s job now.”

G’s text comes through in the next second, sending me a photo of a tall tattooed man who is standing far too close to something that’s not his.

Where?

My eyes stay on the screen waiting. Another picture comes through, showing me exactly what my little Killer is up to tonight. I hate to crash her party, but well, I crave the type of chaos only she causes.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

KENNA

You know that carefree feeling you get when your day is filled with something that makes you happy? Yeah, I’m drowning in that feeling. Not because I love shopping, or getting pampered, or hell, even getting waited on hand and foot. Because I don’t, but I do love this feeling. Bags line the arms of a hired driver that I called last minute. Why drive myself around when I can have someone else do it? I thought using blood money would make me feel gross, sick to my stomach with the guilt. What I didn’t see coming was the power it gave me over everything.

Bags filled to the brim with accessories for the Gala. The dress Ally was eyeing at the little boutique she wanted to go to today, hangs over the shoulder of the driver in a white dress bag. That one was personal, seeing how it’s far too short for me. My dress is being designed as we speak and will be ready the week of the fundraiser. My phone rings in my purse for the millionth time, but I just keep walking. Only a few more stops to make, but this next one is the most important. The Stone brothers getting their hands on my phone blindsided me. Something I don’t plan on letting happen again.

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