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His head whips around and his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. “I’m fine.”

It dawns on me then. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it earlier as I jump out of my chair and rush towards his room. I fling the door open quickly, frantically searching for Kaz. She sleeps peacefully on Jamison’s bed, bundled up under his cover, her blonde hair splayed over the pillow. My heart rate slows when I realize she’s okay. It’s not that I think he would hurt her, at least not on purpose. My brother is a master at control when he’s awake. It’s when sleep comes, and the nightmares take over, that his true demons come out. I quietly slip from the room and make my way back out to the balcony before sitting down again.

“She slept in your bed.”

He doesn’t respond to me as he continues to stare out over the city.

“She slept in your bed and you didn’t hurt her,” I repeat. “Tell me brother, did you dream? Did the nightmares come out to play? Lie and tell me you didn’t just have the best sleep of your life.”

“How do you know I didn’t hurt her? What makes you think I wasn’t plagued with the nightmares from our past?” He grits out, still not looking me in the eye.

“I know,” I say, smirking. “I know because when she’s in my arms, I don’t suffer either. She’s like our own personal dreamcatcher, Jamison. Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me you don’t care about her”

“I don’t have the capacity to feel the way you do, Jonathan. You know this.”

“You care about me,” I state.

“You are my flesh and blood. My other half. We are one. It is not the same." he replies in a bored tone.

“What if I want her for myself then?” I ask, baiting him. His fingers grip the armrest on his chair, making me smirk. “What if I don’t want to share her anymore? Would you let me have her then? Would you give your other half this one request?”

“You know I cannot," he grits out. His knuckles are practically white with how tightly he’s gripping his chair. He peers over at me with such intensity in his eyes. They narrow when he sees me still smirking at him.

“You care for her. You wouldn’t give her to me anymore than you would give me to her, Brother,” I say standing up and walking over to his chair.

I lean over, placing my hands around his, my face inches from his. “You love her. You may not understand it, but I see it. I feel it. She was made for us. For the both of us, and now that we have her, we can’t ever let her go.”

The door slides open, revealing Kaz in a loose t-shirt. “Am I interrupting something?” she asks quizzically.

“Not at all, Pretty Girl,” I say standing back up and stalking towards her. She smirks when she sees me peruse her body, starting at her legs and making my way up to the hem over her shirt. I lean against her, running my fingers up the outside of her thigh. My dick is already hard again. I don’t know how I'll survive with this permanent hard on I seem to have since she’s been around me 24/7. I know she can feel it as I press myself up against her. “If you don’t go and put some clothes on, you may end up reenacting the scene from last night, but this time your mouth will be full. She leans up to kiss me, nibbling on my lipas she pulls away and grazes her hand down the outside of the crotch of my pants.

“Mmm, tempting," she says, making me growl out when she squeezes my dick. “However, Riley just called. Sebastian and her are on their way over. They won’t be more than ten minutes out.” She pulls away from me quickly and walks back towards Jamison’s room, whipping the t-shirt over her head in the process showing how naked she was underneath. “I need to change.”

“You torture me,” I say, placing my hand over my heart and making her laugh. “Just wait until they leave. I hope you got a good night’s rest, Pretty Girl.”

She looks back, smiling before disappearing around the corner and when I turn back towards Jamison, I find him also watching her with clear lust in his eyes.

Chapter 37

Kaz

“I knew you would contact me again, Little Devil,” Lockhart purrs out, making me cringe. He swirls the straw around his drink while looking at me, hungrily. His gaze makes me sick to my stomach.

“I need money,” I say.

He smiles wide, before taking a sip of his drink and leaning back in the dingy booth we are seated at. “I’m sure I could find a few ways for you to make some money.” He eyes me, ogling my body, the implications clear in his eyes. I can’t see Jonathan or Jamison but I can practically feel the anger radiating from them, wherever they are.

My eyes narrow on Lockhart. “You know that’s not what I meant. The only place I’ll be making money in the underground will be in the ring.”

“Pity," he says, looking out the window first before focusing back on me. “I was hoping to find out what has both of my spawn so wrapped up in you.”

Shock jolts through me but I’m hoping I don’t show it outwardly. He knows I’ve been with both of them? What else does he know?

“You know the ring is different now," he states, pulling me from my thoughts.

I roll my eyes at him. “What? Do I have to bet money on myself? It can’t be much different from before. You fight. If you win, you walk away a few bucks richer. If you lose, you walk away bruised and battered.”

Lockhart laughs out loud, causing a few people to turn our way. “It really has been a while since you’ve been down there, hasn’t it?”

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