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“Kaz refused help from the OGs. He wants us to do it ourselves. To earn it.”
He snapped his gaze onto his sister, noting the way she nibbled on her bottom lip. She was nervous. His steadfast, confident sister was nervous. All of this was too much for them.He couldn’t let them do it alone. Without someone who knew what they were doing.
“Fuck you doing it yourselves,” he said, a bite to his tone.
Emma’s brows jumped. “You’re staying?”
“I’m not letting my sister live in a hazard like this,” he grumbled, surprised that she could think he would. “You know me better than that.” He blinked at her, then muttered, “You know me better than that.”
Her smile was almost evil as she grinned at him and slapped his shoulder.
“Locked and loaded, baby.” She cackled while making a motion as if she were loading a gun.
“Fuck,” he muttered, gaze turning to the crumbling building, his heart plummeting right into the soles of his feet when the front door opened, and a man stepped out. His black hair was windswept, falling over his forehead in soft waves. His golden skin was damned near glowing, a stark contrast to the dark ink covering most of it. Fuck, he looked good.
Kaz always looked good.
He’d been maybe twelve or thirteen when they first met, and that confident smirk of Kaz’s had taken his breath away. He hated it. Hated Kaz. He’d still been in his phase of trying to deny that he was gay, and it didn’t help that Kaz was gorgeous and had done everything he could to piss him off.
Kaz’s gray eyes were on him as he crossed the courtyard, his long legs eating up the distance between them fast. Kaz’s expression remained completely blank as he stopped in front of them. Then he looked at Emma, and a smile spread on his lips. Miles wanted to punch it right off his face. He wasn’t a violent man. Not at all, really. It was only Kaz who brought out that side of him.
“Hi, Em,” Kaz said.
Miles had to swallow back a lengthy curse when Emma wrapped her arms around Kaz and laughed when he lifted her off the ground for a moment.
“Long time no see,” Emma said, eyes shining with joy as she looked up at Kaz, still in his arms. His very muscular, thick, tatted arms that he needed to stop staring at.
“Feels like just yesterday,” Kaz said teasingly, that deep, growly voice of his sending Miles’s heart straight into a frenzy.
Fuck. Over ten years later, and the man still had a fucking hold on him. If he wasn’t such a cheating bastard?no. Not going there. He couldn’t afford to. His heart couldn’t survive another time.
Then Kaz met his gaze, and he felt like the ground opened up beneath him. Those gray bottomless pits swallowed him up, and he wished he could drown in them forever.
“Miles,” Kaz said with a nod, then turned his attention to something over Emma’s shoulder, and Miles heard gravel crunching behind him.
Kaz started signing, welcoming Travis and Emmett. He hated him a little more for it. How dare he be kind and considerate? How dare Kaz know sign language, so he couldn’t backtalk him with the guys and Emma?
Travis wrapped an arm around Emma’s waist and received an elbow to the gut for it. He held on, though, and Emma let his arm stay around her, but rolled her eyes.
Emmett stepped up next to Miles and slung an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him because the dumbass had been out partying all night and well into early morning. He grabbed Emmett by the hip to keep them from falling on their faces. The gravel would not be kind to them.
“You’re here,” came a yell from the house, and Killian jogged down the patio steps.
The kid was barely twenty, and yet he’d managed to create all of this. Granted, he’d had Kaz’s help, but Killian had done most of the preparations from what Emma told him.
Killian wrapped his arms around Emma and Travis, and they both hugged him back, Emma with a chuckle and Travis with a huff.
Killian was the baby in their family. While his father, Joker, and his and Emma’s father, Zayne, weren’t blood brothers, they had become like brothers from a young age. Even before they joined the military together, and later the Kings MC.
“Come on, I’ll show you guys around,” Killian said, then signed the words to Travis and Emmett, who followed him toward the house. Emmett had cochlear implants, but considering the raging headache he was sporting, Miles wasn’t surprised that he’d foregone them today.
“You guys go on,” Emma said with a wave of her hand.
He was the last to follow Killian, shooting Emma a concerned look before going. He walked to the entrance of the house, then looked over his shoulder and caught Kaz watching him with a blank expression.
He hadn’t called him something derogatory. He hadn’t called him Miley like he did when they were younger. It was unsettling, and he hated it more than he’d ever hated being called those things. Kaz barely looked at him, and when he did, there was nothing in his gaze. It was as if Kaz looked right through him.
CHAPTER FIVE
