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He motioned toward Kian and said, “I hardly think that’s possible.”
The smile spreading on Dante’s face… Amused. He was fucking amused. It shouldn’t have surprised him that a power-hungry asshole like Dante got off on asserting said power.
Dante grabbed a handful of Kian’s long hair and jerked his head back. Kaz slowly moved his hand closer to his gun.
“At least you’re pretty,” Dante drawled, a tone in his voice Kaz couldn’t quite decipher, and then Dante ripped off the duct tape.
“Motherfucker,” Kian spluttered.
Dante laughed, a low, grating sound. He released his hold on Kian’s hair and turned, walking past Kaz.
“Good luck with that one,” Dante said under his breath before ducking out of the room.
“Come back here, you asshole. I’ll kick your fucking ass,” Kian yelled after him, jerking against his bonds.
Kaz looked at him for a moment, considering the consequences of leaving him where he was. With a sigh, he went to the kitchen to grab a knife. He returned to the dining room and cut the tape around Kian’s wrists.
“Took you long enough,” Kian grumbled.
“How long did it take for you to run your mouth enough to get,” he glanced at the pieces of duct tape Dante had left on the table, “threepieces of tape slapped across it?”
Kian clamped his mouth shut. Somethingcouldshut him up, apparently.
“Perhaps you should stay at the clubhouse for a while,” Kaz said, hating the words coming out of his mouth. It wasn’t that he feared Dante would come back for Kian. It was pretty fucking clear Dante wanted to be as far away from Kian as possible. No,it was because he knew Kian well enough to know the dumbass might go after Dante if there wasn’t anyone around to stop him.
Kian grumbled under his breath, then disappeared up the stairs. He heard drawers open and close and figured Kian was packing a bag. A breath of relief escaped him, and then he cursed himself because now he had to hear Kian run his mouth twenty-four-seven.
He eyed the roll of duct tape on the dining table. Perhaps Dante had the right idea.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Miles
KAZ WAS agitated. Most of the bikers were. He returned with Kian in tow, thunderous expressions on both their faces. He said one word, and everyone dropped what they were doing to follow him inside. Miles knew better than to follow.
It was nearly an hour before the bikers returned from their secret meeting, grave faces and tense bodies all around. Kaz looked like a raging inferno as he took off toward the garage. No one followed him. The others split up, some going back to working on the house while some got on their bikes. He wasn’t sure what to think, but… he didn’t like that look on Kaz’s face.
Something was wrong, and it looked like Kaz was blaming himself. He wanted desperately not to give a shit, but there was something inside him that wouldn’t allow it. There was a tether between them, and it was drawing him toward Kaz.
He went through the side door of the garage, and after a glance around, he headed up the stairs to the second floor, which they would be making into offices once they finished with the house. The space was unfinished, but that just meant he didn’t have a hundred things to repair. They only needed electrical, insulation, drywall, and flooring. It would be the least amount of work compared to everything else.
He took the last step on the staircase and found Kaz looking out the window at the other end of the long room. His arms were crossed, his jaw clenched tight. He knew there’d be a storm brewing in those gray eyes.
“Kaz?”
He walked closer, every single part of him aptly aware that they were alone. Kaz took a breath, and then he turned, their gazes clashing.
“Not right now, Miles,” Kaz ground out, tension radiating off him.
He stepped further into the room, a frown marring his forehead as he regarded Kaz for a moment. “What’s wrong?”
Something dark flashed across Kaz’s face, and he narrowed his eyes, his words clipped as he spoke. “I told you to stop asking questions.”
“That’s not what?” He shook his head. Why did he care? Why did he give a shit that Kaz was clearly upset? Why had he followed him instead of staying the fuck away as he should?
Kaz raised a brow at him, looking ever the cocky bastard he knew him to be.
He gritted his teeth. “You’re a condescending, ungrateful asshole.”
