Page 125 of The Deception You Weave
She climbs from the car and pulls her bag from the back.
More than you know, Princess.
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Letty
My stomach is in knots knowing that Kane is somewhere doing something for Victor. I know it's crazy. He's worked for the guy for years and anything could have happened to him before now and I wouldn't really have given it a second thought. But after the past few weeks, after last night, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared for him.
The Creek is littered with widowed Hawk wives, and I know we're nowhere near that level, but I don't want to know what it feels like to lose someone I’m beginning to care for because of some stupid gang.
Ugh, who the hell am I kidding—beginning to care for. I roll my eyes at myself. I more than care for him. And I think that after what he told me in the restaurant last night that he might just more than care for me too.
I hated how I felt when we first showed up in that place, the feeling that he might have taken others there, that everything might be a joke to him. But what he said to me about how he feels. It meant everything to me. I know I should be more cautious, I know it's crazy because it's Kane Legend I'm talking about. The boy who has hated me for as long as I can remember and blamed every bad thing that's happened to him over the years on me, but staring into his eyes as he told me I've wormed my way into his heart. Fuck. It gives me tingles now just thinking about it. I could tell by his eyes that he was telling me the truth.
My heart pounds as I stare aimlessly across the quiet library. I should be working, that's why I came here. I tried to focus in my room but the guys were there with music playing and enjoying themselves, plus every time I looked at my bed I remember Kane being there and I just needed to get out. I needed somewhere quiet where I could clear my head and focus. Only, I can't because I'm worrying about him.
I'm still zoned out imagining all the dangerous and illegal things he could be doing right now, so I don't notice someone approaching me until she perches her ass on my table.
Turning to see who it is, I find a smug-looking Clara staring back at me.
I just about manage to hold in my groan of frustration as I wait for her to say something. "What do you want?" I eventually snap when she seems more than happy to just sit there staring at me.
"Noboyfriendtonight?"
"We're not attached at the hip, if that's what you mean," I mutter, looking down at my computer which has gone to sleep stopping me from pretending I was actually doing something before she came over.
"So where is he?"
"With friends," I snap, really not interested in getting dragged into this bullshit.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes, are you about done?"
"You think you're so special, don't you?"
I shake my head in surprise. "No, not really," I answer honestly.
"Have you even looked at his social media? You think he's yours—" She laughs like a lunatic. "You have no idea, sweetie." She reaches out and smoothes my hair down as if she's consoling me and I slap it away.
"If I wanted your opinion on my life, I'd have asked for it. Now, would you kindly, leave me alone?"
"Sure. But a bit of friendly advice," she says, finally standing to her feet once more. I don't say anything to encourage her for fear my true feelings about her might accidentally slip out. I'd like to come out of this as the bigger person and not stoop to her level. "Leave guys like Kane Legend to girls who know how to handle them."
My teeth grind and my fists curl under the desk. I'm a Creek girl, I could take her down and finish her off down to her pretty blonde extensions if I wanted to, but I won't because I'm better than that.
"Great, thanks, have a good night."
I watch her as she walks off, anger swirling around me like a storm but I refuse to allow her words to fester. It's not like it's news to me that Kane's been with his fair share of women. He'd already been with a few before I left the Creek, I can only imagine the number of notches on his bedpost now.
I force my jealousy down. They might have been there once, but I was the one in his bed last night. It was my palm he held against his chest and told me I was worming my way inside.
Me. Not Clara or any of the other jersey chasing bitches, or the girls from his past. Me.
And I have no reason to think he's anywhere right now other than what he told me. If he was going to lie about anything, he'd have covered up that he was working for the Hawks tonight. But he didn't, he openly told me that knowing I wouldn't like it.
I force her comments down about his social media and focus on what I really came here for, my lit paper, not to stalk Kane on every platform I can find him on.
