Page 12 of Vile Boys

“Yeah, yeah, go dance. I’ll be right back,” I reply before I disappear into the crowd.

The music blasts in my ear, but my senses feel numb.

Like I’ve just been confronted with saying the biggest lie.

But I couldn’t possibly tell her the truth about what really made me sweat. I don’t want to put her in danger if Ares comes after me. And those deep-set, devilish eyes told me enough with a single glance—he’s coming for me.

Ares

The momentI crossed the doorstep, I knew I’d found her.

That curly blond hair and those pinkish lips along with those stunning green eyes instantly gave it away.

She’s the girl I’ve been looking for, the one who saw me kill.

The second our eyes connected, her entire body tensed up, and my dick stirred into action at the thought of trapping her on that dance floor and forcing her to come with me.

God, the amount of fun I could have chasing an innocent girl like her … making her fear me and erase that wretched smile off her face.

Suddenly, someone grips my shoulders and pulls me back away from the dance floor and into a wall. By the time I process what’s happened, I’m about ready to gut them like a fish until I realize who it is.

“Kai?” I growl, throwing his hands off my shoulders.

“So it is you. Thought I’d recognized that awful stench of yourego,” he says, smirking.

“Fuck you,” I spit back, jerking my shoulders free. “Don’t touch me.”

He holds up his hands. “Relax. I’m just trying to talk.”

“About what?” I bark back.

“You haven’t been replying to any of my messages.”

“Intentionally,” I reply.

“Figured,” he retorts, snorting. “Look, I don’t know what the hell your deal is, but I’m gonna need you to stop. Too much is at stake here. Put whatever shit you’re holding against me behind you, please.”

“Not even thinking about it,” I say, leaning back against the wall so I can keep an eye on the door in case she walks out.

“What is your fucking problem?” Kai growls. “You know I need your help, and you’re blatantly ignoring it.”

“Deal with your own shit,” I say, glaring over his shoulder. “I have better things to do than help you and these Phantoms fight some imaginary enemy.”

“Look at me. Is this how you’re going to treat me?” he says, tilting his head. “You can’t even look at me when we’re talking.”

“Not if I can avoid it.”

“Fine. Fucking hate me, whatever, but I’m not the one who’ll suffer if you don’t help,” he says, pointing his finger at my chest as if I’m the problem here. “You came here into my fucking territory to enjoy my fucking party. The least you can do is return the favor when I ask for help.”

“Fine. You want me to leave?” I raise a brow as I push myself off the wall to get up in his face. “Because I’m fucking fine with that. Don’t worry.”

“No, I’m not saying that,” he says. “I’m just saying, I help you out, you help me out.”

“Since when have youeverhelped me?”

His lips part, but he doesn’t respond as quickly as before, which means he doesn’t know the answer.

Checkmate.

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