Page 2 of Cruel Heir

"Must be Brady," he confirmed without waiting for Allison to finish her description.

I held back my laugh as I helped Allison change out of her clothes.

"I want McDonald’s," Allison muttered in a little voice.

I tried to reason with her. "You know you can't have that. Now, go to sleep."

She opened her mouth to say something, but she groaned and grabbed the dustbin to puke.

Grimacing, I held her hair back.

"You should probably leave," I told Keith.

"I'll see you," he said, shaking his head at Allison.

"Shut up,” I responded.

Keith made his way out, winking at me one last time before slamming the door shut behind him.

What am I getting myself into?No matter how much I tried to convince myself of the consequences of getting close with Keith Carson, something about him prevented me from pushing him away. If Keith were some guy that I met at a coffee shop one day or shared a class with, I wouldn't have paid any attention to him.But he turned out to be different from the guy I first met, and now I’m hooked.

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Keith

She kissed me.

I couldn't believe I was acting like a fifteen-year-old boy who had his first kiss. Fuck, I didn’t even act like this when I got my first kiss. The only thing left for me to do was scream out in joy and dance around like a fucking maniac that she was turning me into.If not for that dumbass Brady, I could have been with Eloisa all night long.

But then, I remembered her initial hesitation to be with me. I could not believe I was actually acknowledging it, but I was more hurt than anything else. I knew it was wrong, but I also understood that Eloisa wasn't going to be carried away with whatever we had.

When I got back home, things were quieter than before I left. I was extremely glad about that – I did not wish to entertain motherfuckers I hadn't invited. Sure, I would've been ecstatic if my mind wasn't already preoccupied with the beautiful Castillo.

"I was worried you weren't going to show up."

I was startled when someone spoke in the dark. My hand instantly went to my gun, but I let out a sigh of relief as the owner of that deep voice came into the light.

"Fuck you, Luca. What the fuck?" I snapped, raising my hands, frustrated.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "I tried calling you, but you did not respond," he replied.

I frowned as I took off my jacket. Luca hurried to close the door shut behind me.

"Who let you in? Where are the boys?" I asked.

"Two of them were passed out when I got here," Luca responded, his voice monotonous as usual. He crossed his arms over his chest before moving past the messy living room to place his gun on the counter.

"What about the third?"

"I had to punch him to shut him up,” he said, shrugging. “He's a loudmouth, and I did not wish to get others’ attention."

I almost laughed. "That must be Brady."

"What?"

"Never mind,” I uttered, shaking my head. “Why are you here?" I ran a hand through my hair and pulled out the phone from my back pocket to see the numerous missed calls.

That was the thing about Luca. He had no fucks to give, and neither was he scared of anything or anyone. The only trait I'd ever seen in that man was loyalty – loads of it.

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