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“Go to hell.”

Cole tosses his still lit cancer stick at me before walking inside, leaving me out here alone.

Forgetting about the car I decide to walk down the beach to the boardwalk. There is no way I’m making myself face them again right now. No. She has my keys, withmybrothers, absolutely not. I thought I could walk away with my tail tucked between my legs, but I refuse. Never again. Starting now. Ryker may be mine, but so are they. West and Cole hate me and I fucking loathe them, but they’re Stone and I’m Kingston. Family. Always. It’s the one rule we live and breathe by. It’s why I know if they want me dead. Truly want me dead, they would have killed me by now, but they haven’t. I refuse to let my mind think that there is another reason for that.

Slamming the door against the wall the glass cracks, not that I give a shit, my legs eat up the space to the booth. Ally sits beside Cole who has slid in where I was seated while West sits in the middle of the opposite side. Flashing them all a wide, almost too wide, smile I lean across the booth to get in Ally’s face.

“I’d have your shit out of my dorm before I make it home tonight or you’ll find yourself left with only the shirt on your back.”

She looks between the two boys before lifting her hand to slap me, but Cole snatches it out of the air in a harsh hold. My eyes flicker to his face before returning to hazel ones. Grabbing a handful of her hair my fist smashes her face into the table. Ally lets out a loud scream, but no one looks our way. This is between us.

Whispering in her ear, “No matter how much you ride their dicks you’ll never be me. Remember that the next time you spy on me for them.”

Grabbing my keys from her purse I toss the rest of her shit all over the table, letting it roll to the floor. Not giving West or Cole a second thought, I walk out of the Cafe with blood on my shirt and a grin on my face. Sun rays meet my skin as I slip on my sunglasses. I reach for my handle, but before I can, a thick hand pulls it open for me. “See you later, Killer.”

Leaving me with those words, Ryker walks away from my car to join his brothers in the Cafe with a bloody faced rat. Standing on the outside looking in stings, but I’ll make my presence known until they have no choice but to accept it. I’m tired of fighting what my dad was trying to tell me. He was right. These boys are my home and it’s time they understood exactly what that means.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RYKER

“You had one fucking job.”

West tosses the controller down on the table, the wordsGame Overflash across the screen, frustration pouring off him. Our little princess figured out Ally was helping us faster than we thought, but it’s the words her filthy little mouth dropped before she left that has us all spiraling. Cole’s been tossing back beer after beer since we got home so I doubt he’ll be much use, but that’s perfect because what we have planned doesn’t involve him anyway. We need him for something much easier.

“You hear what she said?” West asks.

Cole laughs wildly behind the glass pressed against his lips.

“And you really think she’s little miss innocent?” His words are already slurring.

None of this makes any sense. Kenna claiming us as hers threw us for a loop. If she really is working with her dad then she wouldn’t feel the need to mark us as her own. Reminding Allywhere her place is was a power move on Kenna’s part, and the little killer did it in front of us for a reason. She’s a true Kingston. Not the one her father turned into, but the one her mother was. Loyalty without question.

Cole reaches in his pocket with a loose grin on his face, pulling out a half smoked joint, he holds it up in offering. He knows West and I don’t care for that shit. It’s a good way to blow off steam, but lately the only thing that calms the demons is a blonde haired nightmare. West stares at me with a look that reminds me of our previous conversation.

“Don’t you have a party to be at?” I ask him.

Licking his lips he flashes me his teeth, “I thought I’d bring the party here, brother.” Opening his arms in a sweeping motion he calls out to the back of the apartment. “Come on out, Kitty.” He taunts.

Cole’s eyes darken in warning. He’s the one who sent Ally to the back room so he wouldn’t have to look at her. He thinks we don’t know about his little obsession with the little rat, but it’s one of the reasons West fucks with her. Cole’s been cold for a while now so West thinks pulling a reaction out of him will break through the ice in his eyes, but he hasn’t taken the bait yet. Ally is the perfect pawn.

Stocking covered legs pass me on her way to stand between West’s legs, but he taps her thigh, signaling her to spin. Ass-cheeks peek from under her tight skirt, his hand coming down to smack her, the sound loud in the silence.

“Have a seat.” His eyes slide from her ass to Cole.

The flick of a lighter has my mind going back to a tempting little brat with a need for punishment. The itch to touch her milkyskin has my knee bouncing in response. It won’t be long before I’m standing outside her window watching her. Waiting for the perfect time to climb in her bed and forcing her to open up her sweet little cunt for me. Cole putting the flame to the end of his joint and tugging in a puff has my attention coming back to the room.

“Thank fuck.” He lets out a sigh with the thick smoke that falls from his mouth.

Ally watches his mouth, biting her lip. She sits on one brother while craving the other and that right there is why she can’t be trusted.

“See something you like?” West leans forward speaking in her ear, but making sure we can hear.

He plays this game well, that's for sure. Three hits later and Cole’s eyes start to gloss over, his eyes never leaving West hands on Ally’s legs. Taking a drink of my beer I check my phone for a text from G. We’re waiting for him to let us know when he picks up our package. West trails a finger up Ally’s leg, hovering over the crease of her inner thigh. Cole’s eyes sharpen at the contact until he’s slinging the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table.

Slamming his beer down with his other hand, the bottom cracks, spilling out the rest of what’s left all over the floor, but he doesn’t stop there. Turning towards a laughing West, and a confused Ally. Cole jerks her up by her throat with a grunt.

“Let him touch you again, Doll and I’ll fucking have you to blame for my brother’s missing fingers.” He spits.

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