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"It doesn't matter anymore." River hugged her sister. "We're together now. You'll come home with me and live in Gem Haven with Zane and Kingsley. You can earn money there and get anything you want. You'll love—"

"No." Kenna pulled away and glanced at the men. "I'm not going withhim."

"Kingsley?" She leaned closer. "Why not?"

"He's trying to keep me from finding Dad," whispered Kenna. "You must help me get out of here. We can go together."

She rocked back, sitting on her heels. "Kenna, Dad's dead."

Her head throbbed. It wasn't her first time hearing Kenna claim their dad was still alive. But she was there when the social worker gave them the news that changed both of their lives.

She always thought Kenna pretended Dad was alive because she couldn't face living in foster care. She believed he would come and rescue them from the state.

Now she wondered if Kenna believed what she was saying.

Zane picked her up off the floor. "Kingsley's going to drive Kenna's car to Gem Haven, and I'm going to load his Harley into the truck."

She nodded, unsettled by how the reunion had gone. Although she was excited to see her sister, the changes, coupled with Kenna's mention that their dad was still alive, left her emotionally vulnerable.

Kenna jumped off the bed and backed away from Kingsley. River stepped forward and grabbed her sister's hand.

"It'll be okay. He'll take you home—to where I live. We'll talk more tomorrow and figure out what is going on, okay?"

Kenna's eyes narrowed, staring at River as Kingsley escorted her outside. River clung to Zane's hand, watching them. She thought Kenna would be happier to see her, but so much anger shrouded her conversation.

Chapter Twenty Five

Zane

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Zane poured another cup of coffee and carried it to the table, joining Kingsley while he stood guard. He wasn't kidding when he said Kenna was a handful.

"You realize if she doesn't want to stay here, she'll leave." He took a sip from the mug. "And there's nothing we can do."

"There's something I can do," muttered Kingsley. "I could tie her to the bed."

The possessive way Kingsley acted with Kenna had him studying his brother. There was only one reason a man reached that level of frustration with someone of the opposite sex.

"What's going on with you and Kenna?" he asked.

Kingsley shot him a look. "What the fuck is going on between you and River?"

At that moment, he knew why Kingsley always searched for Kenna alone. This also explained all the fights Kingsley had at the clubhouse over the years. It wasn't only about their anger over their dad being locked in prison.

He understood because he'd gone through the same frustration and agony. He was living the same life. Loving someone he couldn't be with because, in the end, all he'd cause her was more pain.

"When did you sleep with her?" he asked.

Kingsley inhaled deeply and slumped in the chair with both hands cradling the mug of coffee. "Almost three years ago."

"Jesus," he mumbled before it dawned on him that Kenna was older than River by a year. "She was eighteen?"

"Barely." Kingsley met his gaze. "Before that, she always welcomed me in her life. But we had a big blowup when she kept telling me her dad was alive and she was going to take off and find him. I gave her every reason I could think of to make her believe he was dead, and she refused to believe me. She wanted to prove me wrong, and she's been running everywhere, searching for him." He shook his head. "For some reason, she believes there was a coverup."

Zane clasped his hands behind his head. "This is the first time you've mentioned Kenna suspecting..."

"River has never said anything?"

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